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Run, Girl (If You Can)

Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot. [No, she did not win the lottery!] At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over backward to fit into his world. One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign. A divorce paper... "She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility." That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath. Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story. Not!] For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self. A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband. Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs. Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her? Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more... Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story. *Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

Mcllorycat · Fantasy
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547 Chs

Girls Are Sensitive

Nathan chattered happily on about his day as Keeley drove Violet to her ballet lesson. She had decided when she was eleven that she wanted to be a professional ballerina so they had to increase the amount of lessons per week.

These days, she had about an hour and a half of practice every weekday and three of those days included pointe shoes. She never once complained about how much time it took up and, since she always completed her homework quickly, she still usually managed to have a bit of free time in the evenings.

She grabbed her ballet bag out of the trunk with a huff and said goodbye to everyone by name except Kaleb, who didn't get a goodbye at all. He wasn't very happy about it.

"Geez, all I did was tease her. Why does she have to be so sensitive?" he complained.

"She's a girl," Oliver said as if his brother was stupid. "Girls are sensitive."