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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

Unpredictable

Alistair Hale's apology didn't come until Wednesday and it was supremely unsatisfying. Lacy had been right. He wouldn't stand up for her because he liked the idea of this new daughter-in-law-to-be.

He met up with her and her father for lunch at a trendy restaurant near the financial district and didn't show the slightest bit of discomfort on his face. Who did he think he was to be so nonchalant about not honoring a promise?

"I really didn't want things to turn out this way but what can I do? I have no control over that boy," Alistair said calmly as he cut his steak.

Brann scowled. "You're his father; it's his duty to listen to you and respect your decisions on what's best for him. Tell him to break off the engagement and make things right."

Lacy nodded along emphatically. Only she could be Aaron's wife. Somebody from Boston could never fit into New York's high society.