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.
Vanessa is such a bitch
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the soft, sterile smell of antiseptic and the muted hum of fluorescent lights. The room around me was painted a soothing pastel blue, with white cabinets lining the walls, stocked with various medical supplies.
A few potted plants were strategically placed, trying to add a touch of warmth to the otherwise clinical environment. I was lying on a surprisingly comfortable bed, with crisp white sheets tucked neatly around me.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," came a familiar voice from the doorway. I turned my head, wincing slightly at the ache in my face, to see Zaya standing there, a concerned yet amused expression on her face.
"Zaya?" I croaked, my throat dry. "What are you doing here?"
Zaya walked over to my bed and pulled up a chair, sitting down beside me. "I heard you took quite a hit in dodgeball," she said, her tone light but with an underlying seriousness. "How are you feeling? Any pain?"