"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

　　Maddox Martine stood at the center of the grandiose courtroom, his posture rigid, a testament to the control he believed he still wielded over his fate. His eyes, once brimming with authority, now darted around the room, searching for an escape from the iron grasp of consequence tightening around him.


　　"Your honor," Maddox's voice broke the tense silence, "if I may speak freely?"


　　"Proceed," the judge nodded, a gesture that granted permission but no leniency.


　　"Thank you," Maddox began, the corners of his mouth twitching into a strained smile. "I find myself here, entangled in accusations most vile, and yet, it is not I who should stand accused." He turned, fixing his gaze on Evelyn, who sat impeccably dressed, her face an unreadable mask. "My wife, Evelyn, has played her part in this charade far better than I."


CHAPTER 97 The Charges