Second chance runaway
In Second Chance Runway, we follow the tumultuous life of Elena Vargas, a young woman whose beauty is overshadowed by her lack of self-care and the oppressive figures around her. At 21, she is forced into a loveless marriage by her mother, to a man who is nothing but cruel. Despite landing a lucrative job at the prestigious Grand State Buildings, Elena’s life is far from grand as her husband seizes her earnings, and her family treats her with disdain. Her world shatters further when her husband’s affair with her sister comes to light. Just when it seems like her story has reached its tragic end, fate intervenes. A fatal accident sends Elena back in time, waking up as her 18-year-old self. With memories of her past life intact, she seizes this miraculous opportunity to rewrite her destiny. Determined to pursue her long-forgotten dream of becoming a supermodel, Elena embarks on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. But it’s not just about the glitz and glamour; it’s about settling scores. As she rises through the ranks of the fashion world, Elena plots a sophisticated revenge against those who wronged her, all while navigating the complexities of love, family, and fame. Will Elena’s second chance lead her to the life she’s always dreamed of, or will the shadows of her past prove too difficult to escape? Second Chance Runway is a story of resilience, ambition, and the transformative power of self-belief.
It's a long story
"Yes, it is," I said, my voice like steel. "Never touch my wife again."
As Daniel and his cronies slunk away, I kept my gaze firmly on them, my mind simmering with thoughts of retribution. Killing him would be so easy, so satisfying. But I couldn't do that in front of Elena. I had to be smarter, more controlled. He'd pay for this, just not today.
I turned to Elena, who was still shaking, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and relief. My heart ached seeing her like this. I walked over and wrapped her in my arms, pulling her close. "It's finished now," I whispered, trying to infuse my voice with as much comfort as possible.
Zaya stood nearby, her eyes glaring daggers at me. I didn't care. I had only one priority right now, and that was Elena. Ignoring Zaya's hostility, I scooped Elena up in my arms, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. She protested, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Carmen, put me down," she murmured.