"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 Turner snapped his laptop shut, a gesture that once would have been unfathomable at this early hour. The clock on his office wall read only 5:30 PM, but the allure of seeing Camila pulled at him with an intensity that work could no longer muster.


　　"Leaving already?" his assistant called out, surprise etching her voice as she peered over the rim of her glasses.


　　"Believe it or not, yes." Travis's lips curved upwards in a smile that felt both unfamiliar and entirely welcome. "I've got plans."


　　"Ah, with Ms. Martinez, I presume?" she teased lightly, tapping a pen against her desk with a knowing look.


　　"Guilty as charged," he confessed, shrugging into his coat with more eagerness than he cared to admit.


　　"Make sure you relax a bit, Travis. You've been working too hard for too long," his assistant reminded him, her tone carrying the soft chide of a friend rather than an employee.


CHAPTER 58 Turns out, I'm Full Of Surprises