RACHEL: The Celebrity's Hidden Wife

RACHEL: The Celebrity's Hidden Wife

Racheal Dennis

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I've been married to my husband since I was eighteen years old, and my husband rose to fame shortly after our marriage, but this fame came with a very expensive price -our marriage. The foundation of our marriage started shaking when my husband left home for six years, he was parading the streets and clubs in LA with different supermodels -or, so I thought. I was at the verge of divorcing him since I couldn't continue hurting everyday, but he came back to his senses and begged me to accept him back. No matter how I tried to hide it, I'm still hopelessly in love with him and decided to forgive him. He promised he's change and he's ready to settle down, of course that got me pregnant and I had to try my best, my very best to love my husband and trust him again, and continue our lives as if he's never left. But our relationship couldn't go back to the old days, because I realized I don't know who my husband is any more. He became very secretive, he repeatedly lied to me on several occasions, and most times I'd have to force the truth out of him. Then a very heavy storm hit our marriage, and that's when I gave up completely -I caught my husband red-handed, cheating on me with my biggest rival, and the worse part was he lied to my face about it. I couldn't help but wonder, does he really love? If he love me, then why can't he trust me at all? Why can't he confined in me? Isn't it better to just walk away from this marriage that's built on lies? But now our baby is involved, should I raise him without his father? Is this break really necessary? Is it gonna help us? Or break us even more?

RACHEL: The Celebrity's Hidden Wife Chapter 1 Side chick warned Rachel.

RACHEL'S pov.

>>R&F coffee and ice cream parlor<<

It's 7:34pm, which was way past my closing time but I had to stay back and do some accounting, I haven't been making up to my targeted profit recently.

I was getting ready to close, when I heard the bells chiming and I lifted my head only to see a lady dressed in expensive clothes walk into my cafe. But I didn't bother to check her out in details, because I care less about her.

"Hello, welcome to R&F coffee and ice cream parlor, but we're closed for today, maybe you should come tomorrow" I told her politely with a small smile.

She ignored me as she looked around for a while, then turned back to me and looked me from my head to my toes -she sighed and shook her head.

Hello? What's that supposed to mean?! I screamed mentally.

"I just wanna have a word with you" she said, then showed herself to a table and sat down.

I gaped at her blatant behavior, like, who does she think she is? Miss world? Why is she behaving as if she owns my cafe?

I overlooked her rudeness, walked towards the table and sat down too, then I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows at her to state her business.

But she didn't say a word, she kept looking around with a disgusted expression and I felt like clawing her eyes out.

It's been close to twenty minutes, but she haven't said anything yet, she's just been glaring at me and accessing me from my head to my toes.

"Who are you?" she finally said something.

I frowned at her question.

"Who am I?" I asked her back.

"What's your relationship with my boyfriend? Why is your picture his phone's wallpaper? Why does he even have your pictures in his phone? And why won't he stop staring at them every fuçking time?" she questioned me, banging on the table with each question that proceeded from her off.

Oh, so, this is what brought her here? To ask me these silly questions?

"You have asked me so many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?" I asked her, with a nonchalant shrug.

Her brows furrowed immediately as she squinted her eyes, she gritted her teeth and leaned on the table.

"What's your relationship with my boyfriend?" she repeated one of the questions she's asked earlier.

"My relationship with your boyfriend..." I trailed off.

I leaned back on the chair, crossed my legs and began picking my fingernails as if I had dirt in them.

"... firstly, I don't know who the hell you are, talk more or less of who your boyfriend is"

I paused and glanced at her, only to realize she's glaring daggers at me which means I'm getting under her skin already -I smirked victoriously.

"Secondly, how can I know what my relationship with your boyfriend is, when I don't even know him?"

"You're..."

"Babygirl, didn't your mummy teach you it's very rude to approach people without self-introduction?"

My question rendered her speechless, she stared at my with her reddened face, which made her looked like a volcano preparing to erupt, but she took a few deep breaths to keep her cool.

"My name is Tasha Wood, the most popular and highly paid model in the world" she said smugly.

"Oh"

"Yes, my boyfriend is..." she narrowed her eyes. ".. Duncan Baldwin!" she whispered quietly as if she doesn't want others to hear her.

"Oh" I replied simply, putting my hand over my mouth and feigning being surprised.

"Oh?" she asked and I raised an eyebrow in return. "What's with the 'I don't care' expression?"

"Because I really don't care and this is the first time I'm hearing both your names" I lied partly, I've heard Duncan's name and I know very well who he is.

I rolled my eyeballs mentally. If only she knew her so-called boyfriend is my lawfully wedded husband.

Her eyes searched around my restaurant, until they landed on a big flat screen tv above my cashier's counter and she rolled her eyeballs. Lady, don't roll your eyes at me, or I'm gonna claw them out!

"Maybe you should use your tv, then you'd be hearing our names everyday"

I glanced at the tv.

"I don't know how to turn it on, maybe you should stay for some days and teach me" I pouted.

"You're... " she trailed off.

"I'm what?" I asked calmly.

She couldn't find any words to say, she could only gulp a few times and exhaled in frustration. She dipped her hand in her small, fancy purse and I know it's worth millions.

She pulled out a blank cheque, slammed it on the table and pushed it towards me.

"A blank cheque?" I asked.

"Yes" she answered. "Tell me, how much do you need to leave my boyfriend?"

"Ooh, I love blank cheques" I said.

I reached for the cheque, I stared at it with a smile and kissed it, making sure my red lipstick is vividly printed on it. Then I slammed it on the table and it pushed it back to her.

"Look around, this is my own cafe, which simply means I'm doing fine and I don't need your blank cheque"

"But..."

"Give it to your boyfriend, tell him that's my lipstick on it and please warn him to stop staring at my pictures without my permission and he should delete them from his phone" I sighed. "That is if he'd listen to your whining" I added just to infuriate her.

She frowned.

"How dare you?!"

"Sorry, honey, but you've overstated your welcome" I gestured towards the door.

"What?"

"Yes, walk yourself out or I'll leave you behind here and report you to the cops on you and charge for for break-in" I told her warningly. "And... " I nodded at her cheque. "... don't leave your cheque behind" I said, keeping a very calm and confident demeanour.

She glared at me a few seconds, before springing off her chair, snatched her cheque and stormed towards the exit door.

"What a waste of my twenty minutes" I scoffed.

Just when I turned around and was about heading back to the counter to continue doing my account, I heard the bells chiming again, I turned around and saw a man dressed in black suit approaching me.

He's so tall, muscular and had a small, black bluetooth plugged in his ear.

"Not again" I grumbled under my breath.

He stopped in front of me.

"Good evening, Mrs Baldwin" he greeted me.

"Hm" I could only hum and nod.

"Mr Baldwin's concert is tomorrow night, he specially asked me to pass these tickets to you and beg you not to tear them this time" he said as he stretched out two tickets to me.

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“I've been married to my husband since I was eighteen years old, and my husband rose to fame shortly after our marriage, but this fame came with a very expensive price -our marriage. The foundation of our marriage started shaking when my husband left home for six years, he was parading the streets and clubs in LA with different supermodels -or, so I thought. I was at the verge of divorcing him since I couldn't continue hurting everyday, but he came back to his senses and begged me to accept him back. No matter how I tried to hide it, I'm still hopelessly in love with him and decided to forgive him. He promised he's change and he's ready to settle down, of course that got me pregnant and I had to try my best, my very best to love my husband and trust him again, and continue our lives as if he's never left. But our relationship couldn't go back to the old days, because I realized I don't know who my husband is any more. He became very secretive, he repeatedly lied to me on several occasions, and most times I'd have to force the truth out of him. Then a very heavy storm hit our marriage, and that's when I gave up completely -I caught my husband red-handed, cheating on me with my biggest rival, and the worse part was he lied to my face about it. I couldn't help but wonder, does he really love? If he love me, then why can't he trust me at all? Why can't he confined in me? Isn't it better to just walk away from this marriage that's built on lies? But now our baby is involved, should I raise him without his father? Is this break really necessary? Is it gonna help us? Or break us even more?”
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Chapter 1 Side chick warned Rachel.

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Chapter 2 Divorce is the only option.

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Chapter 3 Don't persuade me to stay

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Chapter 4 Please, sign the divorce papers.

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Chapter 5 Jacinta broke off the engagement.

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Chapter 6 Memories bring back memories.

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Chapter 7 Drunk and heartbroken.

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Chapter 8 Stay off, she's my woman!

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Chapter 9 Duncan cares for Rachel.

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Chapter 10 Duncan quits Marvin Records.

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Chapter 11 Paparazzi attacks Rachel

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Chapter 12 Duncan finally came back home.

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Chapter 13 A steamy night.

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Chapter 14 Jacinta improve herself.

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Chapter 15 Trouble.

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Chapter 16 Nanny Pamela is alive

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Chapter 17 Nanny Pamela is sick.

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Chapter 18 Duncan tries to reason with Mr Ferrari.

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Chapter 19 Duncan's past.

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Chapter 20 Duncan was shot.

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Chapter 21 Rachel is scared, Duncan won't wake up.

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Chapter 22 Fake Mrs Baldwin shows up.

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Chapter 23 Jealous Duncan.

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Chapter 24 Steamy, steamy.

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Chapter 25 Tired of hiding.

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Chapter 26 Visitation to an orphanage.

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Chapter 27 Rachel declare war against Duncan.

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Chapter 28 The battlefield. Rachel cheat to win.

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Chapter 29 Sex in the car. Lovers fight later.

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Chapter 30 Tasha received threat note.

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Chapter 31 Tasha confront Rachel.

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Chapter 32 Rachel fought with Tasha, and passed out.

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Chapter 33 Tasha's face is ruined.

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Chapter 34 Pregnant Or cancer

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Chapter 35 Rachel's fears

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Chapter 36 Reasons for having kids.

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Chapter 37 Reconciliation.

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Chapter 38 Cheating husband.

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Chapter 39 Violence is never a solution.

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Chapter 40 Kidnapped.

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