Rachel Green Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 89 Lila I turned around to see who tried speaking to me, and I almost choked. It was Rachel. The famous fashion designer that took second place in the last completion, and first place in this one. The smile on her face seemed to slowly slip away the more she stared at me. “How many I help you?” I asked. She slowly walked towards me in her dress that obviously looked like a masterpiece that she has created herself.

"I-" "Please, Shea" I let out a long sigh."Fine. I'll see you in thirty minutes" I said. "Thank you" The line went dead. Thirty minutes later, I was walking into the restaurant not far from the company where I worked. Rachel was sitting close to the entrance. She was wearing a bottle green dress with her hair in thick wavy curls. She smiled as I approached her. "I'm really glad you agreed to this, Th-Shea"I raised a brow but she quickly gave me one of her brightest smiles.We ordered some sandwiches and chips.

The woman reflected a scornful expression on her face as she suggested, “I guess you are no different from your father after all.” Hearing that, Luca gritted his teeth. He watched for seconds as the woman walked away. Just as she was about to take a turn, he chased after her and said, “Wait! Wait!” The girl redirected her attention to him. Her eyes become full of hope. It was then when Luca said, “I’ll hear you out. What’s your name?” “Rachael. Rachael Green,” she answered. “Miss Green, you sure are brave. Reminds of someone I know,” Luca said. “I’ll buy you dinner, and we can discuss from there.”

Not the one she plasters on her to fool others, but the one that comes right from her heart. “Why are you staring at me?” asked Rachel. “You're beautiful,” I said, the first thing that came to mind while looking at her. “Yeah, and you're just a fool,” She replied, laughing out loud. “Stop buttering me up, and watch the screen.” I turned my head to the screen of the television, groaning out loud. “What so interesting about a bunch of people sucking their faces in a setup lone island,” Rachel turned her face, weirdly eyeing me. “First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.”

Liam's gaze shifted briefly toward Rachel and Aretha, both stunning in their own distinct ways. Rachel dressed in a blue, off-shoulder dress that flowed gently down to her knees. The dress hugged her frame just enough to highlight her figure without being too revealing. Her hair was styled in waves, giving her an air of quiet elegance. She was a modest beauty that didn't demand attention but naturally drew it.

She met Derrick at the entrance about to leave the restaurant. "Hey, I am here," Lyla announced. "You are late," Derrick said to her. "Next time you are late, you will not find me," he said angrily and he led the way back to the private room. "Is there anything you would like to drink?" Derrick asked with a straight face. "I would like green tea," Lyla replied sitting on the chair opposite Derrick with her hand on her flat belly protectively. "A cup of green tea for her and please get me a bottle of water," Derrick told the waiter who took his order and left.

I cautiously sat down in the hard metal chair, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of what to expect. The screen before me glowed an eerie green, casting strange shadows across the stone walls. I cleared my throat and spoke the code assigned to me for this night's game, "Raven," I spoke my assigned codename into the dimly lit room, my voice cracking slightly. A chill ran down my spine as the words left my mouth. The air felt thick and oppressive, as if the shadows themselves were watching my every move, waiting.

Back in Eldridge, in the backyard of Jason's estate, Rachel knelt by her flowerbed, humming a tune as she worked. She wore a flowing cream-colored dress that fluttered slightly with the breeze. A wide straw hat shielded her face, but even then, the grace in her every movement showed. Her hands, though elegant, weren’t afraid of dirt. She held a small pruning shear and gently snipped away a dried leaf from one of her prized roses.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I stepped inside, inhaling the faint scent of paint and polished wood. The walls were lined with breathtaking pieces—each one telling a story. “Elena Spears?” I turned at the sound of my name and found myself face-to-face with Rachel Greene. She was in her early forties, effortlessly chic with dark curls framing her sharp, intelligent eyes. “It’s Wells now,” I corrected with a small smile. “Right, your name carries weight now, thanks to your last name” she said, returning the smile as she extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I apologize for not responding sooner. Things have been… hectic.”

The channel glitched and then froze. And suddenly Rachel's face emerged on each screen. Damien's Point of View She commandeered the airwaves. Local. Digital. Even worldwide. Rachel Monroe is sitting in front of a pristine white background, her hair neatly styled and her voice calm. Too calm. "I was silent for too long," she said. "But it's time the world hears the truth… from me." Ava and I exchanged looks. Liam held his soft toy more tightly, thinking something was awry. Rachel continued.