"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 sudden vibration of Camila's phone against the mahogany coffee table stirred her from the novel nestled in her hands. She glanced at the screen- a text from her father, curt and cryptic: *Come home now. Urgent.*


　　"Urgent?" she murmured to herself, a frown creasing her brow as she pushed off the plush sofa. With haste born of concern, she grabbed her keys and coat, her mind racing with possibilities.


　　Upon reaching the family estate, the grandeur of the imposing mansion did little to ease the knots tightening in her stomach. The door swung open before her hand could even graze the bell, and she was met by her father's formidable frame filling the entryway.


　　"Camila," he began, his voice a low growl of contained anger, "why have you put your sister in such a perilous position?"


　　"Father?" Camila replied, taken aback. Her heart pounded in her chest, her poise momentarily faltering under his piercing gaze. "What are you talking about?"


CHAPTER 72 Family Dinner