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We decided to meet at a new little Italian restaurant . “I’m telling you, Tam, I think Carl could be the one. He really seems different. Not like the usual boys I date; so unemotional and immature. The sex is always fabulous but generally they’re misogynistic assholes.” Rachel says, taking a sip of her Pinot Grigio “So why exactly do you think he’s the one, Rach?” I ask, wanting more details. Rachel has always been a serial dater, way more liberal than my Catholic upbringing. Ever since college, she’s been playing the field and exploring her sexuality.

Then another followed. "My point exactly is that I'm pretty sure Rachel is one of those gold diggers and hoes who stalk hot guys, especially in Winchester. I never really expected that from her but nothing is hidden under the sun. "The quiet ones are the worst. Bitches should be put back in their cages. She couldn't even defend herself to prove to you. And even if Allison lied, Rachel's weak. There's basically nothing she can do. Her defence mechanism is zero. She should just continue keeping her head low like some weak wimp that she is. It suits her!"

What was wrong with a good missionary sex where she could rest her back on the bed and let Jacob do the work of thrusting in and out of her? She said as much to Dana who guffawed and ordered another bottle of beer. “Bring the whole tequila bottle please.” when the bartender raised a concerned brow looking toward Dana for affirmation, Rachel raised her voice. “Hey, don’t you know me? Rachel Rivers from the bloody celebrity tv show on ABN! I could buy the whole damn bar if I wanted to.”

Allison,the name of the girl in her vision, the one giving birth. Why would she assume the identity of Sister Evangeline? And how did this Anita woman know so much about it? "Wait, hold up,"Rachel said. "You're telling me there's no nun, but there is a girl posing as one. Are you saying I'm being terrorized, by a spirit, with a split personality?" Rachel felt her stomach turn. Of all the things she'd seen in her life as a clairvoyant, this beat all of it, hands down. A mentally disturbed ghost, what more surprises would there be?

The woman in the other cell is someone who knows her! “Yes, I am Rachel. You know me, who are you?” “Can’t you recognize my voice? I’m a famous actress!” “Margie Alonzo?” The actress who went to Rachel’s place and unrobed in front of her husband, easily connected the dots. She told her, “She was just waiting for the chance to drag you here, as I expected.” Rachel sensed that Margie knew Tess’s plot to bring her down in a cell. Somehow, she’s thrilled to know more from her, of why they’re there.

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

She just smiles, “I don’t need to lie to you. I’ve imprinted on him which means, come what may, he will always return to me. And as for you –“ I don’t see her move till her claws are slashing against my face. I absorb the pain and move back but Rachel is smarter and faster. She comes at me and I try to fight back but the most I can do is defend my vital points. However, I make it a point to keep moving away from the vault. “There is nothing in there,” I gasp in pain as my back slams against the wall, “that is worth betraying the Director over!” Rachel has a maniacal glee in her eyes, “You don’t have a clue, do you?!”

Gerald pinned me to the couch and had his way with me over and over again. … I mopped the floor, my waist still sore from yesterday's activities. Then, Rachel tottered to me in her heels with another young woman who was dressed expensively. They shoved me into the bathroom and refused to let me leave. I stared at the other woman for a while before laughing softly. Rachel scowled and snapped, "What are you laughing at?" I was laughing at how these rich kids conspired to commit crimes. The arrogant woman with Rachel was Isla Sadler—she was one of the people who'd caused Lila's death.

"Millie, you'll lose my respect if you get back with Winston! Just wait and see! If you do that, you'll lose all your friends! "Even I won't want to date a fucking jerk like Winston Greer. If anything, I'll kick him out of my life! I don't want to be involved with him in any way." Winston was speechless at Rachel's verbal attacks, which earned him a sympathetic look from Jake. In private, Rachel was different from her gentle and demure on-screen persona; she was loud and honest. Jake was one of her victims too. Had he not done her a few favors, she would have cursed him alongside Winston as well.

The black sequin dress with thigh high split and plunging neckline was one of the beautiful thing she had seen that night, she said. Rachel was nicer that the rest of the women I've met so far, maybe because she was married to a man old enough to be her father, he's dead though. Now she's a single mother of a sixteen years old boy, three boathouses, two Yachts and billions under both her and her son's their names.