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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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We might have a chance

Locked in the cold, damp cell, I found myself staring blankly at the rough stone walls, trying to muster the strength to endure another day. Hunger gnawed at my insides, a constant reminder of my captivity.

They only gave us one meal a day, and it was barely enough to sustain me, let alone Tommy, the child I had sworn to protect. I always gave him the entire portion, knowing his young body needed it more. But the sacrifice was taking its toll. I was so hungry, so tired. 

My thoughts drifted to Carmen. I clung to the memory of her touch, her voice, her presence. It was the only thing keeping me sane in this hellhole. I tried to believe she would come for me, that she would find a way. But with each passing hour, hope dwindled.