"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

　　The rhythmic tapping of Travis's fingers against the polished mahogany of his desk sounded like a metronome gone awry- a frenetic pulse echoing the chaos that had besieged his company. Paperwork towered around him like modern-day obelisks, each inscribed with problems demanding immediate attention.


　　"Travis, the Henderson account is on line one," his assistant interjected from the doorway, her voice tinged with urgency.


　　"Take a message," he called out, not lifting his gaze from the contract in front of him.


　　"Please, Marissa." His tone brokered no argument, but it was weary, frayed at the edges.


　　His phone buzzed relentlessly, a harbinger of yet another issue he couldn't ignore. Swiping to answer, he braced himself. "Turner."


　　"Travis, the city planning commission is pushing back the permits for the new development. We need to- "


　　"Dammit!" Travis cut in, slamming his palm against the desk. "Set up a meeting. I'll handle it."


CHAPTER 88 New Rumours