Rachel Price Book Novels & Stories

“He let you go outside like that?” “He picked it.” “Well, he got taste.” I laugh and head upstairs. Rachel, my assistant, lights up when she sees me. “Good morning, boss. Ooooh, you look good.” “Thank you. So do you.” She smiles. “You’ve got a few messages. And there’s a gift on your desk.” A gift? I walk into my office, half expecting flowers from Kole. I sit down. Check emails. Messages. Then I open the box.

"You've got some nerve asking me for 30,000 dollars! First, give me back my 10,000 dollars!" The old lady paused, taken aback. Then, she leaped to her feet, pointing at Carmen and launching into a tirade, saying, "You hit me, so coughing up 10,000 dollars is only fair! And that's not even enough to cover it now!" She planted her hands on her hips, her voice ramping up with every word as she said, "You're rich, right? So what's the big deal about coughing up a little more for my doctor's bills!"

The room was suffocating in its silence. Finally, Christian turned around, his face twisted with anger barely contained beneath a cool exterior. “I went to Rays & Co. today,” he said sharply, his voice cutting through the tension. Robert sat forward, sensing something massive behind those words. Olivia’s hands trembled slightly on her lap, but she composed herself quickly. “And?” she asked cautiously. Christian’s lip curled into a half-snarl, half-smirk — a bitter, broken expression. “I went there… and found out that the CEO who’s been turning the business world upside down… the one gathering the international investors like bees to honey…” — he paused, letting the words settle, his eyes fla

"Urgh! This is disgusting! It tastes like blood! I'm going to puke!" Jack Lacroix patted Sandra Chambers on the head dotingly while looking at her as she sipped the liquid with furrowed brows. "Be good, Sandra. The doctor said that the freshest placentas will help with your period pain. If you take it, your period won't be as painful when you have it." Sandra placed the bowl down and hugged Jack around the waist. She said coquettishly, "Jack, you're the best! But are you sure Whitney won't be mad that you took this from her? The baby hasn't even come to full-term yet."

Claude announced. The group exchanged uneasy glances, fear evident in their eyes. "How much?" Orla asked hesitantly. She dared to speak up because she was from a family with a better financial standing. "830 million dollars," Claude replied. "That's impossible! How did you get such an absurd figure?" shouted one of the women who had held and pinched me earlier. The others gasped simultaneously. "Are they trying to extort money from us?" "Yeah!" "This is daylight robbery!"

"Celine did the right thing. Didn't she start out so defiant? Now look at her. She has completely given in!" "Exactly. Someone like her deserves to be beaten to death. Who does she think she is, stealing someone else's man?" "And she said she was Shawn's mom? As if!" Celine gazed at me like she was admiring a piece of art she had crafted. Then, she pulled out her phone and began recording a video. She focused the camera on my face, which was now covered in swollen red rashes from my allergic reaction. I had been raised in comfort and luxury—I had never once endured hardship. Yet here I was, beaten to a bloody mess and humiliated on video.

When Lionel saw how ruthless she was, he didn't dare bring up the house again. The luxury car worth nearly half a million was destroyed just like that. It might not have been a significant sum for Lionel but it was enough to upset him for a few days. He had met his match in Sandra. At the end of the month, my lawyer told me to fly in for the court hearing. Everything was progressing smoothly, and to my surprise, Lionel’s new girlfriend, Elise Watson, had come along too. Just as Felicia had described, Elise was the “mean girl” archetype.

I glanced down at my hands and legs, eyes widening in disbelief. "Lucy," Vanessa Parker's voice chimed in, sending a shiver down my spine. "Graduation's around the corner. I need to find a place for my internship, and this real estate agency is offering a 150-dollar discount if I get enough likes on their post. I'm just one short—help me out, will you?" Her tone was polite, almost pleading, but the sound of it made my skin crawl. I turned to face her, her smile seemingly sincere, but a flicker of hatred crossed my mind.

She’d ask way too many questions and wonder what the hell my fascination was with being out in the dark, cold night. We go down Main Street and pass a few boutique shops that she stops at and we look through the windows. “God, the prices,” Rachel exclaims. I chuckle. “It’s tourist pricing, it will be expensive. Everything here is expense and we thought back home it was,” I tell her. “Come on this way, we go down this little street and that’s where the vintage shops are.” Rachel clings on and we chat about all sorts of things; mainly books she has read and what our book club back home is reading. She suggested that I do a zoom call with us to join in so I don’t feel left out.

The doctors immediately sprang into action, bringing out various equipment to begin emergency treatment. Meanwhile, a young nurse, though frightened of Jaclyn's fury, still stammered, "B-But Ms. Prescott, you personally ordered us not to treat Mr. Shaw's parents unless he waited in line and paid the fees first. You said you needed to 'avoid any conflict of interest.' "The fee was only 2000 dollars, but Mr. Shaw, as your husband, had to request it from Mr. Williams, and Mr. Williams only gave him 20 dollars. That's what led to Mrs. Prescott's death."