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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.

Second chance runaway

Elena was still in my lap, her fingers lightly tracing random patterns against my shoulder, and I was in no hurry to move.

If anything, I was perfectly content right where I was—with her warm against me, her breath tickling my neck, and her scent still lingering in the air from her shower.

Moments like these were rare, not because we didn't spend time together, but because they were quiet. No chaos, no teasing, no interruptions—just her and me, wrapped up in our own little world.

I exhaled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Comfortable?"

She hummed, shifting slightly. "Mhm."

I grinned. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting go."

Her fingers paused on my skin for half a second before she resumed tracing those little patterns. "Ever?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I tightened my hold on her. "Ever."

She didn't say anything, but I felt the way she relaxed into me even more.

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