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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 · Fantaisie
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547 Chs

I Look Exactly Like My Sister

Aaron's suspicions that Lacy was planning to announce their 'engagement' at her birthday party increased when Keeley texted him to lay off because he had a fiancée. He had no idea how the news had reached her ears of all people but it strengthened his resolve to put a stop to it.

Aiden was going to hate it but he modified his plan to include a diamond ring and a fake proposal. It was the only thing that would get that delusional idiot off his back permanently.

How dare they think they could try and control him simply by announcing something in public that would be hard to refute? He would beat them to the punch and see who was laughing then.

He glanced at the clock. It was about 2 PM where Keeley was. What was she doing right now? He wanted to ask but didn't have the right.

With a sigh, he stood and strode away from his desk. Time to head home so he could let the stylist into his apartment. This was going to be such a nightmare.