"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 paced the length of Travis's sleek, minimalist living room, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. Each step was a punctuation mark to her growing agitation.


　　"Can you believe it?" she fumed, flinging her arms out wide as she turned on her heel to face Travis, who sat coolly on his charcoal-gray sofa. "My design, my concept, and that- that charlatan just claims it as her own!"


　　Travis leaned forward, clasping his hands together, blue eyes steady on her. "You're talking about Layla?"


　　"Of course, I'm talking about Layla! Who else would have the gall?" Camila stopped pacing and stood before him, her chest heaving with indignation. Her dark hair swirled like a storm around her shoulders.


　　"Camila," Travis said, his voice even but firm, "without evidence, it's your word against hers."


CHAPTER 69 Justice?