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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

Too Quiet

"Are you planning on taking Violet to the meeting?" Aiden asked, changing the subject.

"Truthfully, I was hoping you or Cameron would be willing to take her," Aaron admitted.

Violet looked up in alarm once she realized they were talking about her. "No! I wanna go with Daddy! I'll be good. Shhhh."

She put her fingers to her lips indicating she would be quiet and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. He couldn't resist that face—it was his weakness. Running a hand down his face in exasperation, he looked at his daughter seriously.

"Okay but you have to promise me you'll stay quiet. If you aren't, I'll send you to Cameron's office."

She nodded eagerly. "Okay!"

Aiden raised an eyebrow, questioning Aaron's judgment, but didn't say anything since Violet was still within earshot. He turned to go and whistled on his way out, strolling leisurely with his hands in his pockets.