"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 Martine stood before the towering mirror, her blue eyes scanning the reflection with a critical gaze. The platinum waves of her hair framed her face perfectly, and the body-hugging dress she had chosen for the evening was nothing short of a statement. It screamed power, wealth, sophistication- everything she needed to exude.


　　"Perfection," she murmured to herself, though the word was steeped in expectation rather than admiration.


　　"Of course it is," Layla said aloud, addressing her own reflection as if it were an audience waiting on her every word. "Anything less would be unacceptable."


　　She swirled a diamond bracelet around her wrist, the stones catching the light and sending prisms dancing across the room. The glint seemed to ignite something within her, a fiery determination that had been temporarily overshadowed by recent events.


CHAPTER 71 A New Plan