"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 Martinez strolled into the minimalist office, her heels clicking assertively against the polished concrete floor. Layla Martine sat behind a sleek glass desk, scrolling through her phone with a smirk that seemed permanently etched onto her face. The air was thick with tension. Camila's shadow fell across the desk, and she leaned forward, hands braced on the cool surface.


　　"Rising to the top by stepping on others, Layla?" Camila's voice sliced through the silence like a scalpel. "You should know, skyscrapers have the hardest falls."


　　Layla looked up, her blue eyes cold as arctic ice. "And what would you know about my ascent, Camila? Jealousy doesn't suit you."


　　"Jealousy?" Camila chuckled dryly, flicking an imaginary speck of dust from her blouse. "I'm talking about the scandal, sweetheart. The one you've so artfully dodged-until now."


　　"Scandal?" Layla's composure wavered, a crack in her porcelain facade. "What are you insinuating?"


CHAPTER 99 The Rise And Fall