Rachel Starr Real Name Novels & Stories

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

And he was enjoying making her feel jealousy. Darting her gaze off Arthur, Stacey looked at Rachel and her smile disappeared. "No, I'm his ex wife." Stacey made it clear to Rachel, before walking away from them. "I'll leave the two of you to get to know each other," She said as she walked away, feeling bitter. A waiter walked past her and she took a glass of wine from the tray, and drank it on one goal. Rachel was surprised. Arthur looked so young, yet he was already married and divorced? Wow!

she tried to get in but the criteria to view a profile was that she would have to create one herself. She paused to think about it for a minute. "Anything for you love, anything to protect you!" mumbled Rachel. She faked the name "Robertson Audrey", looking for a blurry picture of two gay couples, laying on top of each other. She saw a perfect sketch online and uploaded it immediately into the system. "Yes!!" she shouted in excitement when she was allowed to access Derek's profile. She carefully stalked him and his posts on the website. She had this urge to send him a message but she wasn't sure if he would give her a quick reply.

"Oh! I knew our goddess didn't quit the entertainment industry just to dodge Rachel Miller's scandal." "Are you kidding? That's Myra Larson. As if Rachel Miller, that nobody, ever stood a chance." "I'm a kindergarten teacher. Rachel showed up today with a kid, claiming it was Mr. Pearce's. What a joke!" "Oh, my God! That's next-level delusion." "Before Queen Myra had left the industry, Rachel was already messing around with Mr. Pearce. I bet she never expected that he and Myra had already been married for years. Hah! This is so satisfying."

“I know who you are. You’re Natalia Rosenhall…” Rachel said in a low whisper. I wondered what my identity had anything to do with any of this, but I was willing to find out. “You’re right. I am Natalia Rosenhall. I wasn’t trying to hide it or anything…” I confirmed casually. “Knight left me once and I found out later that he went after you. But he’s back now. He returned to me, and I’ve decided not to let him go a second time,” Rachael said determinedly.

But, after Nathan, who has a private investigation office received information from his sources that there are suspicious men roaming around the Cunningham’s estate and hotels, finally relented and supported Grayson’s decision. But instead of letting her work in one of his restaurant chains, he had her enrolled in an International Culinary School in the state when he discovered that she had a knacked for making producing top-rated and high-end quality dishes. “Hello, Mr. St. Claire,” Rachel greeted with a warm smile. She stood still on her spot when she spotted his mother. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll wait outside.” “Nonsense,” Mrs. St. Claire interrupted when Grayson was about to open his mouth. “Y

Before Rachel had finished speaking, a man in gray suit approached them. "Good afternoon are you guys looking for me?" asked him politely. Rachel and Noah nodded together, Neville Villarreal?" asked Rachel impatiently. "yes ma'am, how can I help you?" asked him looking at Rachel and Noah in turn. "May I call you Neville?" Rachel asked carefully. Neville smiled awkwardly, "well, sure! you? you're Rachel Elliot, right? That famous model?" "Yup! sit, we have something to explain first," Rachel patted the sofa beside her.

“I’m Chastity Sims, Terry’s granddaughter. Let me go, or face the consequences.” Rachel paused for a minute, her eyes scanning me. Just when I thought I had sent the right message, Rachel broke into a smile. “Hahaha! Of all the people you impersonate, why must you mimic Ms. Sims?” She kicked me to the side, the sturdy sole of her shoes crushing the back of my hand. “We are only expecting Ms. Sims tonight. She’s still in Libestar right now. Do you take me for a fool?” I was taken aback.

And he was still collecting data. Naomi clicked one profile open. Subject: Eve-07 Current Location: London, England Handler: R. L. Her hand froze on the mouse. “R.L.,” she said slowly. “Rachel Langston.” Her cousin. Still active. Still working for Victor. “We have to find this child,” she whispered. --- One Day Later – London We moved fast. Beatrice’s connections helped us arrange a private jet. No press. No trail. Raymond used Montego’s global research contacts to trace Rachel’s most recent financial transactions—rented flat, West London, under a fake name.

Elena nods once, then turns and walks away, her exit a silent declaration of who runs the floor. Rachel watches her go before returning her attention to me. “You’re one of our newer clients, right?” “Yes,” I say, smiling. “Sophia Sterling.” She tilts her head slightly. “The tech heiress.” “That’s the rumor.” Marcus clears his throat gently. “Rachel will be shadowing a few of our on-boarding consultations. I thought it might be good for her to see things from both the staff and client perspectives.” I raise a brow, surprised. That seems like a bit much for a temporary hire.