Rachel Sharma Novels & Stories

‘How shameless! Rachel wiped her fingers with some tissue. “If you want Sir York, you’ll have to walk over my dead body. “That said, I don’t think you’re capable enough for that to happen.” After all, Rachel was the top disciple of the previous branch leader of Mordu’s Longmen branch. After Harvey took her under his wing, she had a lot more resources and experience under her belt. At this point, she was already Mordu’s Longmen branch leader. Her strength was not how it used to be.

She looked at Rachel with clear, resolute eyes and said, "You're right, miss. I am not a Quinn, and I have no right to sit here." Rachel was a capable woman in business. She owns several beauty parlors and hotels. She was a very influential figure in the business world. But for some reason, she felt a chill when Lana looked at her. The chill came from her soles and spread to her entire body. It was like a predator was eyeing her. Rachel was intimidated. Lana paused momentarily and said, "Technically speaking, you aren't a Quinn too, miss. But you're seated here as well, aren't you?"

“And I don’t anymore. Maybe I was too quick to judge.” “You called him sexist, a slave driver, a stain on the white garment of Gem Hills society, and mind you Gem Hills is anything but white.” Rachel sighed. “Larry, you’re not my dad you’re my agent. I changed my mind about Nate Madden and that’s that.” “And the incident at Sheldon’s? What happened after that?” he wagged his brows as he waited for her to spill. “Larry,” Rachel warned. “Okay fine, keep it to yourself. Anyways, it seems your social radii need some powering up. Do you know what it is this week?” when she shrugged Larry shook his head, rolling his eyes like a parent beyond his patience limit. “It’s Mainland’s fashion week.”

Indeed I know, she is not that type of girl. I hate her because I fall for her and I lost my Dad, but it doesn't mean that I will accept all the things whatever they will say. I know that girl and she can't be this type, I trust on her. "No, I want to ask that she is Sharanya Sharma, right? A village girl from some village and..." Sid reconfirmed about Sharanya was the same girl, whom Vansh was dating still I don't believe these guys. "What do you exactly want to know?" Vansh irritated and spoke further, "She is Sharanya Sharma, an engineering student. Umm, wait, she has joined your company too. For some work, umm, for a few days."

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

On the cling of her private elevator, she got in and punched 1st floor, she needed to focus more on the present and not her past life because it had nothing to offer to anymore, not that cheating bastard or the rich bitch who he cheated on her with or the work she finally got before she went to the bastard's place celebrate. Rachel held onto the wall of the elevator to calm her thoughts because everything was rapidly hitting again and it didn't end well last time. She opted to take a walk instead of calling jeffrey to drive her there even though it was numerous blocks away, she had to remember that she was no ordinary Rachel johnson but Araceli Garcia the heiress and CEO of a multimillion do

And as she stepped out into the world once more, Racheal carried with her the wisdom gleaned from the tumultuous journey of self-discovery, knowing that no matter what obstacles lay in her path, she had the strength and resilience to overcome them with grace and dignity. In the bustling metropolis of New York City, amidst the towering skyscrapers and crowded streets, lived Racheal, a young woman with dreams as big as the city itself. From a young age, Racheal had always been drawn to the fast-paced world of business and corporate life. She admired the professionals she saw in sleek suits, confidently navigating through meetings and making impactful decisions. Determined to carve her own path

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

With all this happening, she was determined to make the company rise again so she could rub her success in the face of her enemies who said she would fail. Rosy was working on some project files she believed would help make some difference in the company's performing metrics when her phone buzzed with a message. She shifted her gaze to her phone and saw Lyla's name in the bubble notification. She picked up her phone, unlocked the screen and tapped on the image which she had downloaded into her gallery. Her eyes widened at what she saw. The original documents of Mingle International. The document she was tasked to look for. From the content Lyla sent to her, she realized Mingle International

Isis posed ignorantly striking breath taking poses one after another. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Rachel screamed outside the office. Her ears had been inclined to the door all through the sex Omarion and Isis had. Her ears witnessed the moans, the groaning from both Omarion and Isis which she was able to differentiate because Omarion’s voice was a daily dose she had mastered well. Racheal was so furious. She kept shut and pinned herself to the door again, being careful not to miss a single word from their conversation.