"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

　　Blake's gaze fell upon the delicate, shimmering bracelet resting incongruously on the dark mahogany of his dresser. A foreign object in his meticulously curated bedroom, it seemed to pulse with a silent question. He picked it up between his thumb and forefinger, the cool metal sending a shiver of perplexity down his spine. "How did you get here?" he murmured, eyes narrowing.


　　"Find something interesting?" Layla's voice cascaded into the room like a sudden breeze, her tone light but edged with something unplaceable.


　　Blake turned, the bracelet held aloft like evidence in a trial. "This," he said, his voice steady yet laced with an undertone of accusation, "does not belong to me."


　　Layla sauntered closer, her blue eyes flickering over the piece of jewelry as if seeing it for the first time. "And you think it belongs to me?" Her laugh was airy, but it didn't quite reach those calculating eyes.


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