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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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367 Chs

Climbing

I woke up to the soft rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. My head felt heavy, and the remnants of yesterday's emotions still clung to me. As I sat up, I noticed a tray of food beside the bed. The sight of it made my stomach rumble; I hadn't realized how hungry I was.

Just then, Zaya walked in, her usual bright smile lighting up her face. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, placing a glass of orange juice on the tray. "I thought you could use some breakfast."

"Thanks, Zaya," I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Is Carmen still here?"

Zaya's smile faltered for a moment. "No, she left early this morning. Didn't say much, just...left."

A pang of sadness hit me. Carmen had looked so broken last night, and now she was gone without a word. "Oh," was all I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.