Novel & Cerita Real Americans Rachel Khong

💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨ Leah I went back to my pack house seeing red. I was more than furious. Alpha Rick has been coming to our aid for the past few months and we even invited him to stay for dinner the last time. I thought he was being rude when he'd refuse our offer. Did he think he was better than us? We are just as highly ranked as he is, so what gives? Why did he keep refusing our offer to stay and have dinner?

Lauren had arrived alongside Andrew, and when she saw what was going on, her expression turned a little strange. Andrew offered a casual explanation. "Rachel's one of our Chamber members." Lauren smiled warmly and greeted her. "Nice to meet you, ma'am." Rachel hesitated. "And you are..." Lauren chuckled. "Name's Lauren Rhodes. I'm Andrew's first wife." Rachel's face froze for a moment, cursing inwardly, 'That little vixen actually managed to land Mr. Lloyd?'

Wow… Rachel thought to herself. "Talking to me about evil and swearing on my husband's grave. Like do you know how I am, Rhonda King, do your research and you will find out, I'm untouchable."King scoffed, talking to herself before directing it to Rachel as she walked out of the office after getting all the information she needed before carrying out her plan.

Dominic offered, just as Nathan's companion, Rachael, interjected in a flirtatious tone. "Kathy's choices have been exceptional, with a good balance of nutrition. Nathan is enjoying them," Rachael remarked, appearing slightly self-conscious as Nathan gave her a casual glance. She felt a mixture of anxiety and uncertainty, questioning her place in this intimate gathering. Did she even have the right to speak?

"We also know, that when they issue dire warnings, sometimes they come true. Have you been back to the asylum again?" "No, "Rachel answered, averting her eyes. "I haven't had the time. " Which was a complete lie of course. Now that her work schedule was hardly packed, she spent her evenings watching Brazilian telenovelas on cable. She didn't want to risk running into Galen Munroe and feeling the desire he awakened in her. What she sensed from him that night, was something so rare, so precious, that she almost wanted it to remain in her mind as her fondest memory. A once off meeting had opened her heart, to a man she barely knew.

Kahl replied to his inquiry. “Ah, yes. Her name is Rachel Dockham. You are right. She is one of the refugees that had escaped from the war in Afghan.” ‘Rachel, what a beautiful name.’ He thought, her face flashing in front of his mind. He’s right. It was really her on the news. She was crying when the camera focused on her and why she was following the body bag on the stretcher. It said that it was an elderly woman. Could that be her mother?

Yandel imagined her mesmerizing face as he smirked. "I'm technically American, Yandel," Rachel reminded him, rolling her eyes. Enough of the stereotypes and fetishism. She has always been a plain white American woman till she took over a hot woman's body and now, that's all people see, her race. "Denying your forefathers now, are we?" "Sticking your nose in my business now, are we?" Rachel replied. "You called me," "You picked up," "So, I was supposed to let it ring out then?"

That was my proud moments today, if not the only one. " Rachel, bro how much do you know about her?" Hannah suddenly asked making me return my gaze back to her. She had asked me this question countless times back when she and Rachel were in England... Or was it Europe? This things confused me. A military general, who was one of the top under thirty billionaire in the whole continent if not the entire world was confused between a country and a continent... That was highly laughable. " Not again Ana, don't you dare start this again." I warned Hannah narrowing my eyes at her. " How many times do I have to reassure you that Rachel and your ex husband are two different people? Rachel is nothing l

She uttered, to which I nodded, as my grin widened. “Anyway, I'm glad to see you again.” I said. “How are Rachel and the others? Are you still in contact with them?” Nodding, she responded, “Yes, ma. Rachel is currently in New Jersey while Hannah, Martha, Josephine, and Hailey are living together in Australia.” “Australia?” I frowned. “Yes, ma. The four of them are in culinary school over there on scholarship.” She divulged. “Is that so?” I asked, impressed.

She was just herself. "Hi," she said simply. "I'm Rachel. Before I audition, I need to tell you something." Maria and I exchanged glances. "Go ahead," I said. "I'm a survivor too." Rachel's voice was steady but soft. "I left my ex-husband four years ago. He put me in the hospital twice. I've been following your work with the Emma Grace Foundation since it launched." She paused, taking a breath. "I know some people might think I'm using my story to get this role. Maybe I am. But I fought to be here because I understand this character in my bones. I know what it's like to be paralyzed by fear, to lose yourself completely, and then to find the strength to come back."