Is Rachel On Qvc Married Novels & Stories

My head spinned with all the new names, and before I knew it, I was on my third glass of wine and Rachel was giggling alongside me at the bar. “And then I told him, ‘Haz, you do realize all of those models have more silicone in their body than fucking Silicone Valley?’ and he told me Silicone Valley isn’t really made of silicone, and I looked like a complete and utter moron in front of everyone he works with.” I snorted into my hand. “And he still wants to marry you?” Rachel held up her hand. “Oh yes. For some goddamn reason, the man is crazy in love with me, and when he has abs tighter than a nun’s vagina, who am I to argue with him?”

“Rumors are a currency of the weak. And I don’t deal in weakness.” A ripple moved through the crowd. The first hands shot up, questions hurled like stones. “Mr. Hale, is it true your marriage is a façade to strengthen your corporate ties?” “Are the photos evidence of an affair?” “What does Mrs. Hale say about all this?” Lucian let them batter him, his expression carved from stone. Then, with surgical precision, he chose his moment. “My wife,” he said, every word deliberate, “is not a pawn. She is not a decoration.

When I saw her walking toward me with that radiant smile, my heart lifted — until I saw Aurelia following close behind her. My heart didn’t just drop; it seized. A cold, paralyzing dread flooded my veins, making it hard to breathe. What the hell was happening? Of all the people in this hospital, how had they found each other? “Hey,” Rachel said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. I barely felt it. I was staring past her at Aurelia, whose expression shifted from polite curiosity to absolute, bone-chilling shock. She went pale, her eyes widening as the realization hit her: Slade—the man from her past—was Rachel’s husband.

Then, she turned to Wallace, saying, "You can't do this, Wallace. Meryl is our daughter, so we have the right to know where she lives." Wallace directly countered Mom's argument, saying, "You guys have never truly loved Meryl, not once in her entire life. You know, I spent all of last night trying to pinpoint the exact moment our relationship, which had started out so strong, changed, and when I stopped caring for her as I should have." He then answered his own question, saying, "It started when I decided to marry Meryl. I was eager to know what she was like as a child after meeting you guys and Beth, yet all I ever heard were negative things about her.

“ Please read this meticulously and tell me if you have any problems with it. I nodded and mouthed a ‘thank you’ as I read through it. My face twisting to a frown as I read through it by the time I looked up, Charles was already gone and it was now Kade in the room— perfect! I could rant. “ What do you mean by I have zero right to cheat but you have rights to have multiple partners?” “ Because I don't want my wife touching other men,” “ But you think I want my husband touching other women?” “ Well you weren't going to let me touch you were you?” He asked and heat climbed up my face. I knew what he meant by touch and I wasn't ready for it. Not with him.

All I could see was just a deranged sense of control and manipulation. I inhaled deeply and smacked the contract out of her hands. As she looked at me in shock, I made myself clear. "I've already made up my mind. I'm going to marry the widow!" "What did you just say?" Rachel didn't think that I would be that resolute about it. She was first taken aback. However, she soon grinned a short while later. "Do you think that I still don't know you? You only have one chance. Don't you dare get arrogant about it."

Rachel’s lips turned with a smirk but the redness on her face was evident that it pained to be reminded of the drama that caused her change of clothes. “That was a mistake, so I’ll accept your apology but I don’t think we can work with the scene I saw earlier Miss Ashley… Gu?” Rachel said glaring. “Oh! Your Fiancé and I already sorted that out tho” Ashley said in provocation. Immediately, Rachel’s eyes grew bigger in utmost surprise and she clenched her fist in anger. “Who told you he’s my Fiancé? He’s my husband okay? we are getting married soon.” She groaned.

Not for Charles but to make her want to be friends with the billionaire businessman’s mysterious granddaughter. “Have a seat.” Alex motioned the chair to the woman Stella had asked him to pick up. Rachel looked around inside the big house that was there. She didn’t know why her friend was at home. They also lost communication with Stella for a long time since she got married. She didn’t like her marriage to Charles. She went abroad and worked there, so they lost communication. “Rachel, long time, no see!”