"I didn't mean to steal your fiancé!" Layla choked out through her tears. "I just couldn't help falling in love with him. I've always been so envious of you, Camila!"
Camila's gaze flickered between them, her heart pounding a relentless rhythm against her chest.
"Envious?" Camila finally spat out, her voice sharp with incredulity. "Envious of what, Layla? My life falling apart?"
"Yes, envious!" Layla sobbed, her voice breaking. "You've always had everything—the perfect family, the perfect life. And I have nothing." Her chin quivered as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Nothing?" Camila's laugh was hollow, bitter. "You call taking my fiancé 'nothing'?"

***
When Camila returned home, filled with excitement to surprise her fiancé Blake, she was devastated to find him in bed with her stepsister Layla. This betrayal shattered her heart completely.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Layla had also stolen Camila's meticulously designed jewelry pieces, using them to advance her own career dramatically. Even Camila's father and stepmother openly sided with Layla, pushing Camila into unprecedented isolation.
However, Camila was not broken by these blows. Determined to fight back, she began plotting her revenge with the help of Travis Turner, a business tycoon.
On this path of revenge, filled with emotional entanglements and family power struggles, Camila leverages her talent and resolve to the fullest. Yet, on the brink of justice and vengeance, who will emerge as the true victor?

Second Chance? Never Again

　　Camila's eyelids fluttered open, a dull ache throbbing at the base of her skull. Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm glow across the unfamiliar room. She winced, trying to piece together fragmented memories- laughter, dancing, and... something more intimate.


　　"Ugh," she groaned, clutching her head as she attempted to sit up. That's when she felt the weight of an arm draped over her waist. Panic flared within her chest, and with a sudden jolt, she turned to find Travis lying beside her, his breathing even and deep.


　　"Travis?" she whispered, disbelief coloring her tone.


　　He stirred, his eyes blinking open to meet hers. "Camila? Are you okay?" His voice was groggy with sleep but laced with genuine concern.


　　She scrambled upright, pulling the sheet up to cover herself, her mind racing. "I- we... What happened last night?"


　　"Seems like we got carried away," Travis said, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.


CHAPTER 41 The Next Morning