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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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98 Chs

Are you sleeping

Dinner time was excruciating. The atmosphere around the table was thick with tension, though I could manage it better than Elena. She looked like she wanted to bolt at any moment, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to eat.

My mother ate slowly, her eyes constantly flicking between Elena and me, scrutinizing our every move. The clink of silverware on porcelain was the only sound, amplifying the heavy silence.

I focused on my food, trying to keep the situation under control. The tension was a physical weight pressing down on us. Elena's discomfort was palpable, and it was crucial that my mother believed in our charade.

I caught Elena's eye a few times, offering her subtle reassurances with my gaze. Her eyes were wide with unease, but she managed to hold my gaze, drawing some strength from my silent support.

"More potatoes, Carmen?" my mother asked, her tone dripping with false sweetness. Her eyes bore into me, searching for cracks in our façade.