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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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Driving lessons

Isabel's grin grew wider as I realized she wasn't kidding. My assistant no, my essential assistant was actually planning to leave me just as my schedule was hitting its peak.

"Elena, it's all set up," Isabel began, waving off my concern as if it were an annoying fly. "I've already coordinated every shoot, meeting, and errand for the next two weeks. I've even left a neatly printed schedule with each event, address, and contact info, so you can be on top of things." 

"But, Isabel," I sputtered, a little horrified. "I can't manage all this on my own! What if there's a mix-up, or—"

"You'll manage, Elena. It's called being independent." She winked, reaching over to grab her jacket and bag, completely unfazed.

"Independent?" I echoed, my voice just a little shrill. "This is all happening way too fast. You can't just… drop everything and go."