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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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Welcome to my home

I stared at Carmen, trying to process her sudden suggestion. "Let's live together." The words hung in the air, almost surreal. I was shocked, not just by her unexpected proposal but also by the fact that she had somehow gotten into Tyron's apartment without any of us noticing. 

"How did you get in here?" I asked, my voice a mix of confusion and curiosity. 

Carmen's eyes met mine, her gaze steady and unwavering. "I have my ways," she said cryptically, her tone dismissive. It was clear she wasn't going to elaborate, and I wasn't sure I wanted to press her on it. 

"Living together?" I repeated, still trying to wrap my head around the idea. It felt sudden, almost too intimate for a relationship that was supposed to be purely contractual. "Why should we live together?"