"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

　　Travis glanced at his watch, a slight quiver of anticipation running through his veins. He leaned casually against the polished mahogany counter of his friend's bar, pretending to be engrossed in his phone while keeping a discreet eye on the entrance. The door swung open and Camila stepped in, her presence commanding the room even in her understated elegance.


　　"Hey, Derek," she called out to the bartender with that sharp, confident edge to her voice, "what's the special today?"


　　"Camila, you're the special," Derek replied with a knowing grin, nodding towards the corner where a table was set apart from the rest, a large white box sitting atop it like a treasure chest awaiting its reveal.


　　Her dark brows furrowed in curiosity as she approached, her tall frame moving with grace between the tables. Travis watched, the corners of his mouth curving upward ever so slightly.


　　"Is this some kind of joke?" Camila asked, her hand hovering over the box.


CHAPTER 37 The Bar