"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 Turner's jaw clenched as he watched Camila lost in her world, oblivious to his presence. She was seated on the park bench, her long dark hair fluttering slightly with the breeze, her brown eyes distant and clouded with turmoil. The sight twisted something deep within him, but his decision was made. With a silent exhale, he pivoted on his heel, his tailored suit jacket brushing against his lean frame as he strode away.


　　"Camila," Blake Ward called out, approaching her with an ease that seemed almost forced, his blond hair catching the sunlight.


　　She looked up, startled from her reverie. "Blake," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos raging in her mind. "I didn't see you there."


　　"Lost in thoughts, I see. Anything I can help with?" His tone held a note of self-importance that was hard to miss.


　　"It's... my mother," she started, hesitating a moment before continuing, "There are things about her death that just don't add up."


CHAPTER 80 The Plan In Motion