Rachel Resident Evil Revelations Novels & Stories

She expected fear — instead, she was welcomed with calculated moves. They exchanged small talk at first — the weather, the town — but Aura’s apologies were like knives stabbing Isabella’s heart all over again. Isabella’s gut tightened; she kept one hand on the back of an armchair so it wouldn’t betray her. When Aura reached for the jar as if to place it on the mantel, her fingers brushed the lip and a second, smaller container slipped into view: a vial, dark and small, tucked inside cloth. It was obvious to anyone who’d handled poison before — too neat, too cold. Isabella’s breath stopped. She had trusted too many smiles and nearly paid for it once. Now the truth thudded through her chest: A

Damien POV I sat in my office, awaiting Rachel's arrival. An hour later, Rachel knocked softly before entering. She'd changed into dark jeans and a simple sweater—modest, practical. Her eyes swept the room, taking in Vance at the desk with his iPad, Mark by the door, and Sullivan leaning against the bookshelf. Her gaze lingered on Sullivan with clear uncertainty. She didn't recognise him. Good. She shouldn't. He worked in the shadows. "Sit," I said, gesturing to the chair across from my desk.

“This isn’t a coincidence, is it? You’ve wanted to ruin Dominic’s life for a long time, and this is your way of doing it.” The room fell silent. Everyone’s eyes were on Rachel, who stood tall. “You think I’d go that far for revenge?” she said mockingly. Dominic opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the conference room door swung open again. A man rushed in, carrying a large folder labeled “Confidential.” “Mr. Dominic, I’ve found evidence of who’s behind this leak. All the mismatched transactions and...” The man paused, glaring sharply at Rachel. “It all leads back to her.”

“Oh, Emily. You’ve been stumbling around in the dark for so long, haven’t you? Finding little pieces of the puzzle, but never seeing the full picture.” I took a step closer, the weight of her words settling uneasily in my chest. “I know about Mikey. I know about the will. What I don’t understand is how you fit into all of this.” Rachel’s expression darkened, her smile fading as something more dangerous flickered in her eyes. “Mikey?” She laughed, a cold, sharp sound that made my skin crawl. “You’re still focused on the wrong things. Mikey is just a piece, a pawn. The real game is about power, Emily. Control. And you’re standing in my way.”

Madison sneered. "Fatal?" "Yes" "Do you know who did this?" Scott asked. A sigh was heard from Madison's lips, and instead of answering him, she could only mutter a name, "Reine" "Who's Reine?" Scott asked, who was Reine? and how dared she messed with his girlfriend? "She is an enemy, I gained over the past few years"

As soon as Rick finished speaking, Rachel, who was submerged in the bathtub, suddenly noticed someone hiding behind the curtains. She turned her head and shouted coldly, “Who’s there?” She abruptly stood up from the water with a splash and quickly picked up the red bathrobe hanging on one side. She wrapped it around her delicate body. Immediately after, she took out a silver cherry blossom pistol from a side drawer. Barefooted, she walked to the window curtains with cold eyes. At this moment, Rick was full of trepidation as he hid behind the curtains.

Everett steps out of the car and smells the lie before he reaches the first marble stair. Perfume. Money. Wine. Suppressants chosen for elegance. Alpha dominance softened for public display. Beneath all of it, the sharper clinical scents of doctors, registry officials, and medical trustees moving among donors as if they are saviors instead of gatekeepers. Dean stands near the car, his voice low. “Rachel’s people are inside.” Everett adjusts his cuff. “Keep them invisible.” “They are.” “And the Lawson clinic doctors?” “Four confirmed so far. Possibly five.”

“You don’t have to fix it all in one blow.” “But I’m running out of time.” He squeezed gently. “Then make one move that matters.” Camellia entered the HQ room. Rachel stood at the center, arms crossed. Hailey was gone. Her access revoked. Her devices wiped. “She’s a BelleTech fellowship graduate,” Rachel explained. “Worked with Anaïs in Singapore. Went dark for two years, then showed up on our radar.” “She knew too much,” Camellia said. “Too quickly.” “She’s just the beginning.”

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?!”

In a world where my word had always been questioned, her certainty was like sunlight breaking through clouds. Mike snorted. "Of course she believes you. She's your—" "I'd sooner trust my intended mate than a known liar like Isabella," Rachel interrupted sharply. "You want the truth? Fine. Let's get it." She grabbed my arm, hauling me toward Isabella's private recovery room. With surprising strength, she pushed open the door and pulled me inside. The door slammed behind us. Rachel's hand moved quickly, shoving her pack communication device—set to record—into my pocket.