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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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She’s always so... cold

After Carmen left, I finished my breakfast, savoring the last bite of the delicious croissant. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had such a luxurious meal. Despite the looming contract, there was something almost comforting about this place, this temporary refuge from the chaos of my life.

I headed back to my room, feeling the need to freshen up and gather my thoughts. The shower was quick but invigorating, and I let the hot water wash away the remnants of last night's tension.

After drying off, I stood in front of the mirror, combing my hair until it fell in smooth waves around my shoulders. 

My clothes were another matter. I rifled through the meager selection in my suitcase, sighing in frustration. "I don't even have that many clothes," I muttered to myself. Well, when you get thrown out of your mother's house, you can't bring much with you.