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.
I'm never leaving you again
As the room began to empty, Isabel, Lydia, the doctor, and my grandfather silently filed out one by one, leaving me alone with Elena.
The soft click of the door closing felt almost final, sealing me in the quiet stillness of the apartment with the weight of my thoughts.
I knelt by the couch, my eyes fixed on her pale face. Guilt twisted deep inside me, threatening to consume any moment of peace I could have felt now that the chaos had passed.
My fingers trembled as I gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, the softness of it grounding me for a fleeting second.
She looked so peaceful in her sleep, but I knew better. I knew what nightmares might be hiding behind those closed eyelids, and I hated that I was the one who caused them.
The memory of her blood, the warmth of it, the way it tasted it made me sick now, knowing I had taken it without her permission, in a moment of complete weakness.