"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's fingers stalled over the sleek surface of his mahogany desk, the grain pattern beneath his touch a stark contrast to the disarray of his thoughts. A crystal paperweight held down a stack of blueprints, blueprints he couldn't care less about at the moment. His eyes burned holes in the small, velvet-coated box perched innocuously atop the latest financial reports. It was yet another gift for Camila, and it hadn't come from him.


　　"Who the hell keeps sending these?" he muttered under his breath, the edges of the box taunting him with its secretive elegance.


　　His mind cycled through potential admirers, business associates, old flames, but none fit the bill. He had made sure to know every detail about her interactions, professionally or otherwise. This was different; this was personal.


CHAPTER 63 Where Are You Going?