"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

　　Layla Martine strutted into the judging hall with the confidence of a queen entering her court. The click-clack of her stiletto heels against the marble floor was like a metronome dictating the room's pulse. She flicked her platinum blonde hair over one shoulder, surveying the rows of displayed entries with sharp blue eyes that missed nothing.


　　"Ah, Layla, so punctual and poised as always," greeted Richard, the event coordinator. His voice echoed slightly in the vast space adorned with the most avant-garde accessory designs of the season.


　　"Richard, darling," Layla purred, accepting his air kiss with a practiced smile. "This competition wouldn't be the same without my discerning eye."


　　"Indeed," he said, handing her a clipboard. "The preliminary judgments are crucial. We need that keen sense of yours to sift through the potentials."


CHAPTER 35 Number 27