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.
Get out of my house
As soon as I stepped out of Carmen's car, I felt a surge of emotions—anger, confusion, and a sense of being utterly lost. The words "Let's do a contractual marriage" kept echoing in my mind. Carmen's proposition seemed surreal, like something out of a twisted fairy tale. How could I even begin to consider such a thing?
I walked briskly up to my house, my thoughts swirling in a chaotic storm. When I reached the front door, I paused, taking a deep breath to steady myself. The familiar creak of the door as I opened it felt strangely ominous.
I stepped inside, immediately greeted by the sight of my mother and sister, Clara, waiting for me.
My mother's face was a mask of anger and disapproval, her lips pressed into a thin line. Clara, on the other hand, wore a smug expression, clearly enjoying the impending confrontation.
"Where have you been?" my mother demanded, her voice sharp.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. "I had a meeting."