"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 clinking of crystal champagne flutes echoed in the high-vaulted living room of Layla Martine's upscale apartment, a testament to her latest successful jewelry line. Adorned in a sleek, emerald silk gown that hugged every curve, Layla reveled in the admiring glances from her select circle of the city's elite. The air was thick with the fragrance of white gardenias from the towering centerpieces, and laughter mingled with the soft strains of a string quartet.


　　"Darling, you've truly outdone yourself this time," purred a silver-haired socialite, raising her glass toward Layla in a toast.


　　Layla flashed her a dazzling smile. "I always do, don't I?" Her voice dripped with self-assurance as she sipped her champagne, eyes scanning the room for her next conversation - another opportunity to climb.


　　"Absolutely, your talent is as undeniable as your charm," came another voice, this one smooth as honey and just as sticky with flattery.


CHAPTER 98 The Fall