Rachel Dolezal Book Novels & Stories

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

she glanced at Chloe, “…we light the fuse.” Chloe gave a firm nod. “And his world burns.” Zoe’s hands trembled as she skimmed the pages. The words looked strange in black and white, her shame transformed into evidence. When she signed, she felt both lighter and heavier at once, like she had handed over a part of herself. Rachel collected the papers, slipping them neatly into her case. “That’s it. The legal wheels are turning.” She looked at Chloe. “Now it’s time for PR.”

It was high time Zack was placed in the right corner. ...... Wednesday Rachael calmly sat down in the library as she went through a thriller book she was keen on finishing. Apart from being obsessed with Indian stuff, she is in love with reading thriller novels. Joy on the other hand is in love with any Romance book, mostly Romcom. To her, reading these novels is a way of imagining her happily ever after with her future husband. "I am sorry I am late. Can we start now," Zack moved closer to Rachael, bringing her out of her reverie.

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.

“She knew her story wasn’t done. She just didn’t know how many chapters came after.” Eliza – POV I read the book in bed, with tea, and music low, and the door locked — not because I was hiding, but because I wanted it all to myself. I savored every word. Not because it was perfect. But because it wasn’t. It was honest. It was her. And when I finished, I pulled out Rachel’s old photo — the one of her smiling with Calla under the yellow tree — and I whispered, “She did it.”