"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 trembled slightly as she slid the damning folder across the polished mahogany of the prosecutor's desk. Her heart raced, but her face was a mask of cool determination.


　　"Everything is there," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos raging inside her. "Bank statements, emails, recordings-it's irrefutable."


　　The prosecutor, a stern-faced woman with hawklike eyes, flipped open the folder. She scanned the contents, her expression hardening with each page turn. "This is quite the treasure trove you've brought us, Miss Martinez. How did you come by it?"


　　"Let's just say I've lost my taste for family secrets," Camila replied, her sassy edge not quite masking the pain that statement cost her. There was no room for softness; this was about justice now.


　　"Sentimentality can be a luxury in our line of work," the prosecutor acknowledged, her gaze lifting to meet Camila's. "You understand what this means for your father?"


CHAPTER 96 The Truth Come's Out