Rachel Starr Real Name Novels & Stories

I can't shake the feeling that something is going to go dreadfully wrong that day. And I won't be able to stop it. The next day, Stanley drops a file on my table with Rachel's information. After our last conversation, I had him look into her for the first time in 20+ years. Her husband, some pharmaceutical mogul, is facing charges of safety violation, corruption and fraud. Rachel filed for a divorce within that timeframe. Of course Rachel wasn't here because of some unresolved feelings from the past. She was cutting her losses and running away. Thinking I would be an easy prey to sink her teeth into.

“Please be patient with us, and forgive all that was said in a moment of anger.” Spencer Sherrod’s face softened and he nodded. “We could not be introduced earlier. Who are you?” “Maxwell Myles. I am engaged to be married to Rana’s youngest daughter.” Spencer nodded. Obviously impressed. “Mr Myles. You should be running for that seat.” Racheal turned to see Steffan was watching her. “When were you going to tell me we were sitting across from your bloody ex?” He asked darkly.

“No one's going to hurt you, darling. “ “I know.” The words are whispered but we hear them. “Good.” Jack smiles looking slightly relieved at her speaking. “Can you tell me your name please?” “Rachel.” “We’ll it’s lovely to meet you, Rachel. Now can you tell me why you are out here alone in the dark?” “I’m waiting for someone.” What the fuck? Who the hell is she waiting for out here at night fucking naked?” “Who are you waiting for?” She doesn’t answer him instead she just stares at him and a shiver runs through my whole body. Something isn’t right here.

While I was quiet for a moment she darted her eyes at the stalker who looked equally dumbfounded or at least feigned to be. “Who are you?” were my questions, outright and direct. “Well— I don't know what you mean, I'm Rachael,” she chuckled at the end in confusion. “Is that even your name?” my face was straight when I said that, staring at her. She still looked just as confused and I realized one thing, she had lied so long and even believed her character, so it would be hard for her to grasp what I meant. “I know you are not from this pack, Rachael,” I revealed.

--- “No matter how fast you run, you can't hide from your destiny because destiny has its way of finding you.” --- A tiny figure was running in the darkness of the alleyway. A fourteen-year-old girl, huffing, struggling to get enough oxygen for her lungs to function smoothly. Her tiny frame was trembling like a leaf, cheeks stained with tears. She was holding a shiny object in her shaky hands close to her chest, as if her life depended on it. The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago.

She brought out her phone and started recording. "And what exactly do you think you're doing now?" Laura frowned, watching them bickering and laughing. Rachel was so serious she held her phone and connected it to a selfie stick. She was pressing some button on it until she finally brought it up close to her hand and smiled at the camera. Laura patiently watched what they were doing. She was going to start a live stream of the scene? It didn't make any sense to her. "Hello my fans," Rachel started to say."I have interesting news. You will not believe who I just saw here today. My brother's ex wife who tried to ruin him."

She said, making me slap her across her face. “I hate you!” She whined stomping her expensive heels against the shaggy rug. I fought the temptation to tackle her and pull her clearly dyed hair out of her face, clenching my teeth. her adorable small head. “This whole situation led Rachel to move out of the country! Our best friend doesn’t wanna talk to us anymore!” I screamed. It was no secret that Stacy was a first class whore who slept with whoever to get whatever pleased her greedy heart. Stepping forward I could have laughed when Stacy leaned back, a look of fear flashing in her eyes.

Sharon said. Xyla looked curious. “Why?” “I heard that Rachel used to be a hostess at a club,” Sharon divulged, much to Xyla's shock upon hearing that. She and her friends had made sure to keep Rachel’s background a secret. Sebastian even made sure nobody talked about it. She didn’t expect Sharon and her group of friends would find out.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

“I think I’ll just wait for him outside. This is his privacy and I really shouldn’t—” Rachel’s face turns sympathetic before she draws close as though she’s about to disclose something. “I’m sorry he’s refused to let you go even after you have proven your innocence over and over. His selfish tendencies will never let him. The same tendencies that led him to kill his former fiancee–Stelleza.”