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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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I'm not falling asleep ( R18)

As the movie continued to play, I noticed Zaya fighting a losing battle against sleep. Her eyelids drooped, and she would blink rapidly to stay awake. It was both endearing and amusing, and I couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Are you okay over there?" I asked, chuckling as I nudged her lightly.

Zaya blinked and tried to focus on me, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, just... tired. Long day."

I shook my head, still laughing. "You don't have to stay awake, you know. It's okay to fall asleep."

She gave me a playful glare. "I'm not going to fall asleep," she declared, though her voice lacked conviction.

Before I could respond, Zaya suddenly moved, pinning me to the couch with surprising swiftness. Her body was warm against mine, and I could feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. My own heart started to race as I looked up into her eyes, which were now fully awake and filled with a mischievous spark.