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The RISE Of NATHALIA CARTER

The wedding day. A moment that most women treasured with but not with her. She was poisoned on her own wedding day; Nathalia Carter died full of hatred for her father and fiance. How could she accept that they murdered her? Nathalia gaped at Evette Carter, her step-sister, who was now laughing at her stupidity. Evette is one of the culprits behind her painful death. Demons. They are all demons. Nathalia thought in silence while she closed her eyes as consciousness abandoned her. With rage and tears, Nathalia cursed them and promised to take revenge if given a chance to survive. Suddenly, God hears her prayer and gives her a second chance, and she is allowed to come back to seek revenge. This time, she will not be so naive. She becomes fiercer and eager to bring justice to her own death. She would make sure they got what they deserved in this life. Revenge. Torture. Take everything they had. Make them suffer ten times worse than what they did to her. Along the way, her life changed when she met the notorious playboy- Spencer Davidson. He aims to take her as his woman and help her to fulfill her desire to take revenge. Love, Revenge, and Mystery played along the way. Giving her the most challenging part as she journeyed through her new life. Cover Created by: Weilan Wanna know more about the story, follow me on Instagram: annashannellin

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Chapter 120: You'll Figure Something Out

She didn't notice the light in the room start to change. The golden morning light grew stronger and then began to fade into the soft glow of the afternoon sun. Servants came to the door, but she sent them away, irritated by the distractions.

"That's enough," Sean said.

She jumped and saw him standing behind her.

"How long have you been here?" she asked. 

"Long enough," he said.

"Just let me finish this last design," she said, turning back to study the coat she was drawing. 

"No," he said, his voice turning low and cold.

"What?" she asked.

"You can come back to it in the morning," he said.

"But—" she began.

"No," he said. "You've skipped breakfast and lunch. I'm not letting you skip dinner too." 

Catherine ignored him and continued to shade the lapels on the coat she was drawing. 

"I got these as a gift for you," he said. "But I can just as easily order the housekeepers to burn them."