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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
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547 Chs

Mike or Michael?

Gray's phone went off again. Mandy had replied. 'Does that extend to taking a beautiful woman out for a drink? Tonight's my night off'

He actually smiled. Widely. Her courage knew no bounds. He would bite. If it was terribly boring, he would abandon ship like usual.

'Sure. There's a pub a block from your steakhouse. Meet me there in an hour?'

'It's a bit of a commute for me so make it two' she responded before sending a second text. 'See you then, handsome'

Ah, it was gratifying to be praised no matter who the praise came from. His other dates had been more interested in his money than his looks. Of the two, he tended to prefer the latter because it was fractionally less shallow.

Two hours later, Gray found himself sitting at the bar waiting for her to show up. She was ten minutes late. A bit of a commute indeed.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I missed my connecting train," Mandy said breathlessly as she blew in the door.