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.
Trap
The moment we stepped inside, an eerie stillness washed over us. The air was thick, almost suffocating, like we'd walked into a sealed tomb. It was the kind of silence that made your skin crawl, a quiet too deep to be natural.
I stuck close to Lydia and Isabel, feeling small between the two of them, especially with the tension radiating off of them.
The hallways were vast and empty, stretching out in front of us like a maze. Not a single sound of life, no guards patrolling, no movement nothing.
It felt wrong, unsettlingly wrong. My footsteps echoed louder than they should have, every creak and shuffle seeming to bounce back at us from invisible walls.
"Why does it feel like we're the only ones here?" I muttered, glancing nervously at Lydia.
She stopped and scanned the area with narrowed eyes, her hand hovering near the hilt of a concealed weapon. "I don't like this."