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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 · Fantasie
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A Non Proposal

If it wasn't bad enough that Aaron brought up getting married as if it was the obvious thing to do, he never even properly proposed. During the last semester of their senior year, he simply handed Keeley a box one day.

"Here. It's about time you had this."

She opened the lid and saw a whopping six carat solitaire diamond ring with a platinum band covered in little diamonds all the way around. How was she supposed to use her left hand when it was weighed down with something that big?

She sighed. So much for dreams of a romantic proposal.

"You know, traditionally the guy is supposed to get down on one knee and specifically ask the girl to marry him."

He looked like it didn't even occur to him. "…should I do that now?"

Was she in love with an idiot? "Yes, Aaron."