"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 fingers flew over her laptop keyboard, a frown creasing her brow as she read the latest financial news. Numbers on the screen showed a stark decline in the stock value of Travis's company. Her heart sank.


　　"Another bad day at the market?" Travis asked, entering the room with two mugs of coffee in his hands.


　　"Isn't it obvious?" Camila replied with a forced chuckle, accepting the mug from him. "Your stocks are taking quite a hit. Any idea what's causing the sudden drop?"


　　Travis leaned against the desk, his blue eyes scanning the numbers. "I have my suspicions," he said, his voice calm but tinged with a note of concern. "Competitors playing dirty, perhaps."


　　"Or something closer to home," Camila murmured under her breath, feeling the weight of guilt heavy on her shoulders.


　　"Nothing." She quickly masked her worry with a sip of coffee. "Just thinking out loud."


CHAPTER 90 A Plan