"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's heart still pounded with the adrenaline of triumph as she stepped off the stage, the echoes of applause ringing in her ears. The scent of victory was sweet, but it wasn't just her own. She owed a debt of gratitude, and as she scanned the room, her eyes found Travis leaning against the back wall, his arms crossed over his chest and a knowing smile playing on his lips.


　　"Travis!" Camila called out, her voice a mix of excitement and relief. Her heels clicked on the polished floor as she made her way to him, the weight of her victory making her steps buoyant.


　　"Congratulations, Camila," Travis said as he unfolded himself from the wall, that warm smile never leaving his face. "I always knew you had it in you."


　　"Thanks, but I didn't do it alone," Camila replied, her deep brown eyes locking onto his blue ones. "Your advice, those late-night strategy sessions... I couldn't have nailed the preliminary and final rounds without your help."


CHAPTER 53 Dinner?