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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 322: Who Hired You?

Nathalia cut him short. "You have two choices. One, take the money and let Sophie and me leave. The second choice is we all die together. You have ten seconds to decide. One, two..."

"Wait, wait. Let's talk. Why don't..." the man cried out anxiously.

Nathalia ignored him. "Three, four..." she went on. She knew very well that she needed bravery and strategy to win this game.

Her voice echoed in the cold and empty warehouse. Each number was like a step towards the gate of death. The men looked at each other, almost in tears, waiting for their boss to make a decision.

One of them broke down and shouted at the stout man, "Boss, let's take the money and go. Please. She's insane.

Another one joined in, "Boss, she's not scared of dying, but we are! I don't want to die!"

They didn't care about feeling shameful for losing to a girl. It was a matter of life and death.