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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 285: Perhaps It’s Beneficial To Me

Mrs. Davidson realized then that Nathalia had been merciful to her when they argued with each other. She is so quick and bold. I was lucky then. Hahaha.

Curt's face went stiff, but not too astonished-looking. Matt covered his mouth with his hand, pretending to be coughing, trying hard not to laugh. And the bodyguards were giggling, though as quietly as they could, and it was audible, thinking Mrs. Nathalia Davidson is witty. Hahaha.

"My goodness! Did you hear that?! What an insolent girl! Does Spencer know how terrible she is? Susan, Curt, did you know?" Emma exclaimed, her cheeks were red with anger, her voice trembling.

Mrs. Davidson smiled brightly and said with pride, "My Nathalia is the best, unlike some pretentious superstar. Come, Nathalia, let's go get lunch, my treat."

"Wow. Thanks, mum. Shall we go to the French café?" Nathalia replied happily.