Ava_000

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

I stared at the note in my hand, rereading Carmen's message as if the words would somehow change into "Stay in bed and let me cuddle you all day."

But no, she had set up a scavenger hunt, and if there was one thing I knew about Carmen, it was that she loved to make things dramatic.

I sighed, grabbing my phone from the nightstand and scrolling through my contacts until I found Isabel's name.

I pressed the call button and brought the phone to my ear, already bracing myself.

The moment she picked up, I didn't even get a chance to say hello.

"Are you calling me because you need a ride somewhere?" Isabel's voice was suspicious. "Because I swear, if you need me to be your personal chauffeur again—"

"Okay, first of all," I interrupted, sitting up in bed. "You are my assistant, which means helping me is literally in your job description."

Side chapter: Valentine's Day, part 3