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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 130: I’ll Kill You

Her eyelids fluttered and shut, and her head fell limp to the side. He grabbed her face between his hands—the skin felt waxy and cold. Panicked, he checked her pulse—it was slow but steady.

"She's been drugged," Sophia whispered.

Sean turned and looked at her. He'd seen that there was a second woman in the bed, but he hadn't realized it was Sophia.

"With what?" he asked.

Sophia shook her head miserably, "I don't know. Something in a needle. She fought it for as long as she could, but he wanted her unconscious." 

"And you?" he asked Sophia.

"He drugged me too," she answered. "But not as much. He needed me to be conscious—I was the bait." 

His stomach twisted, and fiery rage pulsed through his veins. What kind of sick man had taken them?

"He was going to rape us," Sophia said, her voice trembling on each word. "He drugged her to make it easier, but then—"

"But then what?" Sean asked.