"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 was perusing the latest financial reports when the click of stiletto heels on marble announced Layla's arrival. She didn't bother to look up, focusing instead on the figures that danced before her eyes- until Layla's shadow loomed over the desk.


　　"Camila, darling, we need to chat," Layla purred, her voice as smooth as the silk blouse clinging to her frame.


　　Camila finally lifted her gaze, meeting those piercing blue eyes with a cool detachment. "I'm quite busy, Layla. What is it?"


　　Layla leaned forward, hands braced against the mahogany surface, platinum waves tumbling over her shoulders. "It's simple. You want answers about your dear mother's tragic end, don't you?" she taunted.


　　"Of course," Camila replied, her voice betraying none of the sudden tightness in her chest.


　　"Then step down from your position. Give it to me." Layla's lips curled into a smug grin.


CHAPTER 93 The Truth For Your Job