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.
This is how I die
I woke up to the sensation of being slowly suffocated. My eyes flew open in panic, my hands flailing as I tried to push off the weight on my chest.
It took a few disoriented moments to realize that the "weight" was, in fact, Chloe, her arm and leg draped haphazardly over me, her face buried in my shoulder. She was a surprisingly heavy sleeper for someone so slender.
"Chloe," I grunted, trying to wiggle free, but her grip tightened, and she let out a soft snore. "Chloe, get off me!"
No response. She was out like a light, completely unaware of the fact that she was crushing me with her body.
I struggled for a few minutes, trying to squirm my way out from under her, but it was like wrestling with a particularly affectionate python. Every time I thought I'd managed to free myself, she'd roll over and pin me down again.
"Great," I muttered under my breath. "This is how I die. Smothered by my best friend."