Rachel Starr Real Name Novels & Stories

But there was something different about her, she was nervous and scared. "You're Sage Chen," she whispered. "Yeah. Who are you?" "My name is Rachel or it used to be. Now they call me something else but I'm trying to remember Rachel." She moved closer and glanced at the camera. "That's on a loop. Five minutes. I hacked it. We don't have long." "Why are you here?"

Not the one she plasters on her to fool others, but the one that comes right from her heart. “Why are you staring at me?” asked Rachel. “You're beautiful,” I said, the first thing that came to mind while looking at her. “Yeah, and you're just a fool,” She replied, laughing out loud. “Stop buttering me up, and watch the screen.” I turned my head to the screen of the television, groaning out loud. “What so interesting about a bunch of people sucking their faces in a setup lone island,” Rachel turned her face, weirdly eyeing me. “First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.”

It explained so much-Rachel's sudden absences, her expensive attire, the secrecy, and her connection to the Gavies family. The way Rachel had been so secretive, so defensive when they'd asked questions. "Oh my God," Isabella whispered, her hands shaking. "What?" Chloe grabbed her arm. "What's wrong?" Isabella couldn't speak. Rachel had lied. Not just about his name. About everything. The man who'd politely introduced himself as Daniel-Rachel's businessman boyfriend-was actually Damien Montrel. And Rachel-sweet, kind Rachel who volunteered at libraries-was involved with him. And now she'd been kidnapped. Probably because of her connection to him.

Elena I never believed in coincidence—not anymore. That comment wasn’t just a bitter echo from the past. It was a clue. A crack in Sophie’s carefully constructed facade. And I wasn’t going to ignore it. It led me to a name: Rachel Sterling. Divorced. No children. Former PR executive at the company Sophie interned with five years ago. I remembered seeing her once—briefly—at a gallery opening Daniel dragged me to. She’d been standing alone, dressed in red, glass in hand, watching Sophie from across the room like she could burn her alive with her eyes.

As soon as Julien and Rob left the private room, Rachel—speaking fluent Oskian—promptly asked Vera very enthusiastically, "Which discipline at Stanford interests you, Anna? We can exchange numbers, so you can call me up anytime!" With extensive training, Rachel was basically a master socialite. Even if she had no idea who Charlie and Vera were, she could see that getting on their good graces would benefit her greatly.

After Rachel made all the arraignments she flew to Santa Fe looking for the person who can point her to her true family. She left Cameron city with the hope that this could be the start that her life will turn around for the better. She change her name to Rachel Kaye Anderson so that she will not be traced and the people who treated her bad will not know what she's up to. She landed on Santa Fe and checked-in in some hotel and start her search which she started while she is way back in her home city. She made online searches now she continues her initial investigation personally.

I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in Chantelle, someone who understood me and accepted me for who I was. Chantelle and Delcan became close and they were always trying new things. One night when they were back from shopping. Chantelle went inside the shower to have her bath. She stayed there for a long time relaxing. When she came out of the bathroom, she was totally naked and she realized she forgot to get towel. She bent over to the bed to take the towel to wipe her wet body. She was was busy drying herself but she did not notice Delcan presence in the room. She felt someone was giving hot gaze on her naked body. She turned around to see Delcan was standing right behind her.

added Zack. Everyone looked in their direction. "About Stacy," Richard continued. "Victor sent me a file. Something we missed." Amiriam stiffened. "What kind of something?" "Her former alias wasn't Stacy Burns. It was Sasha Eldrin. And she was married—to someone very dangerous." Luke's eyes narrowed. "Ethan Scott." Richard nodded. "And not even Ethan. Before Ethan, she had been with Langston." "Langston?" Rita repeated. "The one who won't quit calling?

“What?” Rachel asked in shock, although there was a hint of disbelief in her voice. “Are you sure?” Anna’s nod was barely visible. “I got confirmation last night.” Rachel was still not sure. She stared at Anna, stunned. “Are you sure?” she asked again. “Yes,” Anna replied. “I saw it with my own eyes.” “Who was the wretched girl?” Rachel demanded, ready to attack the mistress. “I don’t know her name, but she was the first of Dalton’s mistresses. The one who looked like Lara.”

"There is one photograph in the public domain, me and James, and the media label it a scandal. They're labeling me unprofessional, as utilizing my private life as an adequacy fall-back." I was incensed and outraged. "What? Not possible!" I stuttered trying to be rational. "Kylie, listen. I've just received some breaking news—news that redefines the contours of this scandal." She seemed shocked and set her phone down on the edge of the table, focusing on my face for answers. "What are you talking about?" she breathed. I took out the printed articles from my bag and set them on her coffee table. "I have done some researching, and I believe Rachel is not the only one present. Look at this." I p