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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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367 Chs

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The apartment felt colder than usual. Empty. As if the walls themselves had absorbed the tension from the last few days. I sat on the couch, staring at the door, waiting. Waiting for something.

For Carmen to walk back in, for the uneasy feeling gnawing at my insides to subside. But the minutes stretched into hours, and with each tick of the clock, the knot in my stomach tightened.

Isabel had tried to distract me, offering tea, asking about my modeling classes, but I couldn't focus. My thoughts kept drifting back to Carmen. She had left earlier, her face serious and set with determination.

I knew she had to go, but I hated it. Hated the waiting. Hated the silence. Hated feeling helpless.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips. I got up, pacing back and forth across the living room, the soft padding of my feet the only sound in the space.