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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.

Ava_000 · LGBT+
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372 Chs

Sydney trap

The weight of Sydney's message clung to me like a shroud. Every fiber of my being was thrumming with a primal urgency, a desperation to get Elena back safely. I stormed out of the vampire bar, the heavy wooden doors slamming shut behind me with a resounding thud.

The night air was thick with the scent of the city, a mixture of car exhaust, faint traces of street food, and the metallic tang of impending rain.

My mind raced as I walked briskly down the darkened streets. Elena's terrified face from the photo haunted my thoughts.

Her bruises and the raw fear in her eyes were seared into my memory. Sydney's smug satisfaction in her message was infuriating, but it also lit a fire within me. I couldn't afford to let anger cloud my judgment, but I couldn't quell the rage bubbling beneath the surface.