"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 Martinez stood in the center of the gallery, her elegant frame poised despite the thrumming of her heart. She had pinned her final design to the display board, the fabric catching the light in a way that made it seem alive. Around her, the other contestants buzzed with anticipation, their nervous energy palpable in the air.


　　"Yours is definitely the standout," whispered a nearby competitor, casting an appreciative glance at Camila's creation. She offered a tight-lipped smile, not allowing herself the luxury of hope.


　　"Thanks. We all have something unique, though," Camila replied, her voice steady. Her fingers traced the hem of her jacket- a subtle rebellion against the traditional cuts favored by her peers.


　　"Everyone! Gather around for the results!" The announcer's voice boomed through the gallery. The murmurs and shuffling feet crescendoed as the mass of bodies closed in around the makeshift stage.


CHAPTER 47 The Results