Rachel Sharma Novels & Stories

"Your child is only less than six months old. If it comes out now, won't you be scared to death?" "But …" Rachel pouted. "Forget about it. When are you coming to see me?" "I can't for the time being. I just signed two collaborations, and I'm in charge of them both. Also, Miller Jewel's new products for the second season are about to launch …" "Alright, I understand." Rachel was disappointed. "What they say online is true. You're the most successful woman of our generation. You're so busy, you don't even have time for a private life."

She was dressed in clothes so colorful they almost hurt my eyes after the drabness of pack life and the somber tones of Austin’s mansion. “Hi!” she chirped, her voice as bright as her outfit. “You must be Selena! I’m Rachel Moreau, but everyone calls me Rach. Mr Thorne hired me to, like, totally get you up to speed on stuff!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, radiating an energy that felt completely out of place in this cold, quiet house. I just stared at her. This bubbly creature was going to teach me how to be...what? Less like a wild animal dragged from a river?

"Who do you think you are to speak to Ms. Yvette like that? You haven't even officially taken over the company, but you're acting all high and mighty. You're just an illegitimate child! How can you compare to a real heiress of the Lloyd family?" Rachel's calm expression instantly turned icy. Her gaze was sharp as she glanced at Sharon. "And your position is?" Sharon shrugged. "I'm Ms. Yvette's assistant." Rachel gave a slow, thoughtful nod. "Oh, Ms. Yvette's assistant. That's such an important role. But I must've missed the memo. Since when did assistants get to interrupt a conversation between the biggest shareholder and the deputy CEO?" Her voice was calm, but the glare she shot felt like

The low class omega girl who somehow managed to secure a job at this prominent company, yet lacking in the fashion flair that most of the employees here possess. “Who even wears that to a corporate job?” One of the ladies whispers and the second one replied. “I know right? Even if she works in the tech section, that doesn't give her a right to wear that to work. She is so embarrassing.” “I heard she is quite good with what she does, though. Matter of fact, she is the best software developer the company has. Rachel's dead jealous of her.”

The maid who moves as if she belongs nowhere and yet everywhere at once. I should not even be thinking of her. I have spent years building walls around my life, keeping everything compartmentalized: work, reputation, women. But since Rachel arrived, those walls have begun to shift. She is efficient, polite, unobtrusive, yet there is something about her that reminds me of someone I lost. Someone I once thought was mine. Sheila.

She moved away during our senior year and things between us fell apart; not for lack of trying on her part, but due to my insecurities and mostly because of my boyfriend, Chase. “What is Ophelia thinking though, choosing such gloomy colors for her daughter’s wedding? And she calls herself a designer.” Rachel complains and my attention reverts to her. I resist the urge to heave a sigh, and sip my tea instead. I do not like tea, but I drink it every time I visit Rachel. Rachel is the granddaughter of an English Lady, so she takes pleasure in acting ‘British.’ “I'm sure you are wondering why I called you here.” She finally gets to the point.

I stroked my curls gently, glancing at the clock on the wall to see it was 10:27pm. How time quickly flies.I stared back at the cheque. Jake... what’s your secret?.What’s that secret that you can’t tell me?.Are you scared that I am going to find out? or are you trying to taunt me?I stood up, walking to the window. I stared down at the streets. The lightings illuminating everywhere, making it appear so beautiful.Who are you, Jake?.How are you able to manage a double lifestyle without getting caught?.Why do you know too much about me?.Why are you being nice to me and for what reason?.You claim to know me, yet you aren’t scared of my family’s name. People trembled at my feet at the mention of m

My greatest ENEMY. “Oh, look who we have here,” Rachel said in the most sarcastic, happy tone ever. She was dressed in a black Saint Laurent long-sleeve dress with black Gianvito Rossi shoes to complete the outfit. I actually know a thing or two about fashion and styles. Despite her affluent background and bossy demeanor, her cool exterior looks like a facade to me. She was also the owner of Snow Mall, the *second-largest* mall in Las Vegas aiming to defeat me. *scoffs* she can’t.

" Rachel was wearing a red dress. Her long hair cascaded down her back. She was the same age as my younger sister, but her eyes held so much more secrets and sorrows than a woman her age should have. "I won't let him off so easily," she said. "I want everyone to know what a hypocrite he is." I wanted to ask her about the baby she was carrying, but at that moment, a voice interrupted us from behind. It was Xavier. "Shelly!"

My heart was aching for Rachit, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep the tears from welling up. "Meet Shilpi Khanna," my newest team member. "Shilpi,hello." Since seeing that female so close to Rachit, I've developed a hatred for her at first sight. "Shilpi, this is Riya, our office's Young and Talented Project Director." Rachit smiled as he spoke to me. So now he's building praise bridges for me to ease my rage. "Riya, it's a pleasure to meet you." With her hand extended in front of me, she said.