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.
Relaxing day
I woke up slowly, feeling the soft warmth of Elena curled beside me. Her presence was always soothing, like a calm whisper in the chaos of everything else.
But even as I blinked myself fully awake, I could sense something was wrong. She wasn't fully relaxed. Her body was tense, even in sleep, her breathing too shallow.
I turned slightly, careful not to wake her, and studied her face. Her lips were slightly parted, and her long lashes fluttered against her pale skin. But there was a faint furrow between her brows, a trace of the fear that lingered even now.
She had told me about the nightmare, tried to brush it off like it was nothing, but I could feel it—she was scared. And I hated that. I hated knowing that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't completely shield her from all of this.