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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

AnnaShannel_Lin · Urban
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Chapter 25: Words Are Empty

The car moved smoothly down the road, and she leaned back into the leather seat. The faint hum of the air conditioner relaxed her, and she tried to calm her racing mind. If she wanted to get away from Sean, she'd need to become financially independent. She'd need to regain control of the company and get her home back. Unfortunately, Sean was the only person who could help her with that. She sighed—she'd have to play happy wife.

A cool finger caressed her cheek, and she jumped and opened her eyes. Sean smiled and stroked her cheek again. Though his fingers were cool, her skin flamed beneath his touch. She fought the urge to jerk her head away.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"I was just thinking about the conversation at lunch," she said.

"What specifically?" he asked.

"About your promise to invest," she said.