Chandler Rachel Novels & Stories

Rachel offered, closing her makeup bag and turning to look at me. I chuckled, shaking my head at her. "She's from the Silver Wing. You'd be out of this campus before you could blink an eye," I joked, although there was some truth behind my words. Rachel shrugged, evidently unbothered by my remark. "I'm sure it will be worth being expelled because I punched Louise Chambers. I'd proudly write that on my resumé." That got a loud laugh out of me, but it was cut short by the sudden vibration of my phone on the desk. I reached for it, a flutter in my chest at the sight of Adrian's name on the screen.

The whole living room was quiet in an instant, and everyone looked at Rachel with shock. Rachel angrily pointed at Hazel. She yelled, “Hazel, what’s wrong with you! I have raised you for so many years, and I need to watch you massage some woman? Another woman blatantly grabs for your boyfriend, and you still bear it? Who taught you to endure so much?!” Hazel was lost when she suddenly realized that she had overlooked something. She had been worried about what Caroline said, but she forgot that her mother, Rachel, was a policewoman. Her observation was meticulous. Rachel saw it earlier but did not say anything, she wanted to see more.

But something in Rachel’s bones told her there was more. And she was done ignoring the signs. She met Caleb Coles, Chase’s half-brother, in a private executive lounge on the 23rd floor. He greeted her warmly. “Mrs. Whitley,” he smiled, offering her coffee. “A pleasure as always.” “Oh, please. Rachel’s just fine,” she said with a polite laugh. “I appreciate you making time.” “Of course. I heard from Chase you might be interested in working with our foundation initiative. Always happy to talk legacy.”

I guess I don’t have a choice. In the night, I slip out of my dress in a half-zombie state and fall onto the massive bed. It looks even bigger now that Sean’s not sharing it with me. I grab my phone to check if he’s messaged me; that he’s landed safely or that he misses me. Anything. Instead I see a notification from Rachel, my best friend from kindergarten. She’s now an Attending Physician at one of the best hospitals in the country. I wonder why she’s messaging me? We haven’t spoken in weeks.

I snatch the phone from her hand, placing it in front of her face, and the screen unlocks. "No, please, come on guys…" Rachel says as she tries to free herself from Carson's arms, but he is stronger and bigger than her. Rachel keeps moving and pleading for us to let her go. The page she was looking at flashes in front of my eyes and they widen immediately as I see my photo on the front page of the newspaper.

“Therefore, Rachel, please do not prolong my curiosity. Just share your first moment. That way, I can sleep soundly tonight." Rachel fell silent for a moment. Her eyes seemed to be shaking slightly. "We met on a trip. He was on research, while I was a guide there." "Where exactly?" Hunter subconsciously tilted his head forward. "Arizona." Hunter was stunned. After one blink, he smiled and nodded his head. "Thank you, Rachel. I won't ask any more questions. Please continue cooking. I'm sure Sky is hungry. Me too." While Hunter came out of the kitchen, Rachel let out a faint sigh. Her head bowed, her eyes dimmed. Had the secret been revealed?

Shawn replied. “Oh, hi. I'm Rachel Sparks, Shawn's best friend, childhood sweetheart and work partner. You are?” Rachel said, extending her hand for a handshake. “I'm Tiffany Dion, Shawn's Fiance.” Tiffany replied. She doesn't know why, but she hated the ladies' guts and aura. “Shawny, It's time for lunch. I booked a reservation for us at Urban's delight.” Rachel said sweetly. “Oh, you did? Let's go then. You always know what I want.” Shawn said, getting up acting oblivious to Tiffany's presence.

“Because, I wonder how he will look at someone like you, his enemy’s wife.” Rachel laughed lightly. “Oh, dear! Please, I have somewhere to go. Hopefully, if I see you next time, I'll share some tips.” The elevator opened, and Rachel entered. Before the door closed, she winked at Jodie. She leaned against the wall of the elevator, her hands pressed against her forehead. She had expected it. Rachel was very aware that people will question their relationship became Bryce and Dominic were public enemies. Her phone rang, and she pulled it out. It was Elara. “Hello?”

Rachel informed the receptionist. “Hi, do you have an appointment with him?” “Come on, Cheryl. Don’t you recognize me?” Cheryl was surprised. “I – I don’t think so.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “I am Rachel Lane and the last time we met here was about two years ago when you wouldn’t let me in and I ended up running into Derek at the parking lot and then we came back inside together. Does that jog your memory?” “Oh, oh yes! I remember you now,” said Cheryl with wide eyes. “You look… different,” she added.

Cyrus nodded and asked, "What's your major?" "I major in dancing..." Rachel was so excited she could die. Even though they'd had dinner on Valentine's Day, it was with other crew members. Moreover, they'd occasionally acted together on set, but he rarely took the initiative to talk to her, so she didn't dare approach him either. She was afraid she'd disturb him and he'd be annoyed. She didn't expect that his sister would also be a student in University A.