"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, are you even listening?" her assistant's voice cut through her fog of thoughts during a Monday morning meeting.


　　"Sorry, what?" Camila glanced up, trying to anchor herself back to reality.


　　"Your 3 PM with the investors? They want your final decision on the proposal," her assistant pressed, eyebrows raised in concern.


　　"Right, of course. Just reschedule it for me, will you?" Camila replied, her voice flat, her usual assertive tone replaced by one of disinterest.


　　"Camila, this isn't like you," her friend and colleague, Jenna, commented later over lunch. "You're usually the first to dive into these negotiations. Is everything okay?"


　　"Fine, Jenna. I'm fine," Camila snapped, wincing at the harshness in her own voice. "I just have a lot on my mind."


　　"Clearly," Jenna murmured, eyeing her with sympathy.


CHAPTER 78 A Meeting