"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

　　Camila tilted her head slightly, catching the glint of the club's dim lights against the glass as it was set before her. The bartender pointed subtly towards the end of the bar where a tall, striking figure leaned with casual grace. "Courtesy of the gentleman over there," he said.


　　"Let me guess, Mr. Armani Model thinks he can get my attention with a free Cosmo?" Camila quipped, her lips curving into a half-s7mile. She lifted the drink, her eyes playfully challenging the distant admirer before taking a sip.


　　Meanwhile, Travis Turner raised his eyebrows at the sight of a similar glass placed in front of him. He followed the bartender's nod towards the other end of the bar. There she was, Camila, her silhouette framed by the pulsating backlights, a mischievous smirk on her face.


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