Rachel Starr Real Name Novels & Stories

Knowing that she couldn't hide the truth from her friend, Rachel nodded. "Mm-hmm. We started dating last week. He's younger than me, and he debuted recently through a talent show. His name is Dexter Craig. You better keep this a secret." Rachel made a shushing gesture. "Dexter's just starting his career, so he'll be in huge trouble if people find out he's dating." Yvonne couldn't care less about the entertainment industry. All she cared about was Rachel. "When did the two of you meet?"

She picked up a dinner roll and began spreading garlic butter on it, refusing to dignify his tone. “Are you talking to him through a dating app?” Nicholas pressed on, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea they could leak that to the public? You’re my wife. Are you really going to embarrass me in front of everyone?” He punctuated the last sentence by pounding the table with his fist. Rachel flinched. The roll slipped from her fingers back onto her plate. “Can you ask before judging me?” she shot back, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. “I’m using a different identity. I’m not using my real name, and I’m not uploading my real picture. Don’t worry, I won’t ruin your noble name.”

CHAPTER 7✍️ Starr’s POV I and Mr. Jenkins were still conversing, but we were nearly finished. “I like that.” He quickly reached for his landline and called someone to come in and after a few minutes, a beautiful brunette lady came in and he told her to take me to my office. We got outside, and she complimented me. “Hey, I’m Racheal, but you can call me ray. I wouldn’t mind, I mean cause my friends call me that.” She stuttered, and God! You’re so beautiful,” she added.

She tilted her head slightly, observing me as though she already knew something was wrong. “I heard you're planning to get a restraining order against the Hendersons,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Why?” I stiffened. I wanted to lie, to tell her it was just a minor legal precaution, but the truth was clawing at my throat. I sighed, lowering my gaze. “Rachel’s been telling people I’m Martha Stewart,” I said. “She’s been posting about it online, tagging me in things, pushing this ridiculous narrative that I’m someone I’m not.”

“Our daughter is finally coming home.” I reached for Dave’s hand instinctively. His fingers closed around mine, firm, grounding. We all laughed, the kind that came from relief, from knowing storms had passed—even if new ones were waiting. In that moment, I wasn’t the broken wife Nathan had crushed. I wasn’t even just the heiress of CloudTech. I was Rachel Belira. And I wasn’t running anymore.

I say before I can talk myself out of it. His eyes catch on mine for a beat, then soften. “Beth, then.” I swear Rachel chokes on her own smirk beside me. I turn to gesture between them. “Dr. Cole, this is Rachel Evans, our photographer for the shoot. Rachel, this is—” He steps forward, offering a firm, polite handshake. “Stacy. Please, call me Stacy. We’re all going to be working closely today.” Rachel shakes his hand, eyes glinting. “Oh, I’ll call you Puddin’, Pumpkin, or Papi—whatever flavor you’re into.” She purrs the words like she’s auditioning for a phone sex line.

Nah I have to fire her but I can’t without Richard. The realization made my stomach twist violently. I managed to get myself upstairs. I was on the stairs when Richard met me. “Camilla?” Richard walked in from the study, looking concerned. “What’s wrong? What did you want to tell me?” I sighed. Carry on this was getting too much for me. So I turned to him, words tumbling out in a rush. “It’s Rachel. I followed her today. She met Stacy. They hugged. They talked like they knew each other. She’s working with her, Richard. I’m sure of it.”

“Gosh, I was surprised earlier when you asked someone to pick me up. Don’t tell me, are you married to a millionaire again?” Stella laughed at her friend’s thoughts. “This is my grandfather’s house.” Rachel’s mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened as she stared at her friend in disbelief. “I’m sorry if I kept my true identity from you.” Rachel’s face slowly showed sadness. She thought she knew her friend completely. She thought they had trusted each other before. Stella patted her friend’s palm and understood if she would feel bad for her now. “My personality was complicated back then. Besides, I didn’t want to have friends before since I was the granddaughter of a billionaire."

Marcela was the first to open her mouth and ask lily, who was feebly leaning her body in Kelly's embrace. "It is just as you heard auntie, the child in Lily's belly is mine," Kelly said. He did not shy away nor was he afraid this will reflect badly on his reputation. He had already made up his mind that today, he must leave with this woman. There is no way he would accept her to heartbreak him and walk away unscathed. "Who are you?" Marcela asked coldly. "Hi auntie, I am Kelly Leonard Junior, alpha of Ash band pack." Kelly introduced himself.

She grins "It’s nice to meet you, Stacy, I’m Rachel." I introduce "I already know that. I’ve heard so much about you." She seems excited as she speaks "Really? Did you hear it from Emily? If so, then it's probably not true," I say with a lighthearted tone. Stacy giggles "It’s not her, it’s the media. I’ve read articles about you and Richie. I kinda have to say, you guys are cool."