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Run, Girl (If You Can)

Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot. [No, she did not win the lottery!] At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over backward to fit into his world. One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign. A divorce paper... "She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility." That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath. Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story. Not!] For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self. A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband. Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs. Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her? Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more... Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story. *Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

Mcllorycat · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
547 Chs

Awestruck

Kyle continued showing Jeremy the ropes until lunchtime, when he led him to the cafeteria. Roger came along with them. They got their trays—they were serving Mexican food today—and sat down together at a table.

A deceptively youthful man with red hair plunked his tray down next to Roger. "What is up, my dudes? Cam ditched me for a business lunch with a potential investor so here I am."

"We're eating with the new guy," he replied. "Introduce yourself, kid."

Jeremy was a bit stunned by this overly casual man who had joined them. It took him a moment to snap out of it.

"Jeremy Ward, nice to meet you."

The other man raised an eyebrow. "You're Jeremy Ward? Interesting. Nice to meet you too; I'm Aiden Quinn."

This guy was one of Aaron Hale's closest associates? Seriously?! He didn't look a day over thirty. How old was he, anyway?