"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's perfectly manicured fingers clenched into fists at her sides as she watched Camila Martinez stride into the competition hall, the very embodiment of grace under pressure. The thrumming in Layla's veins was a mix of raw jealousy and icy resolve. There was no denying Camila's allure - the way she carried herself spoke volumes of her quiet power, and Layla despised her for it.


　　"Can you believe her nerve?" Layla hissed to no one in particular, her sharp blue eyes tracking Camila's every move. "Showing up here like she owns the place."


　　"Who, Camila?" came the voice of Layla's trusted associate, sidling up next to her with a look of curiosity painted across her face.


　　"Of course, who else?" Layla snapped, her gaze not leaving the slim figure weaving through the crowd. "She thinks she's so special with that 'beaten down but not broken' act. It's sickening."


　　"Her talent is undeniable," the associate mused, watching Camila exchange pleasantries with a few admirers.


CHAPTER 44 There's Work To Do