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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 33: That’s Not True

"Shall we call for tea?" Catherine finally asked.

The family stared at Catherine as if she'd spoken a strange foreign language.

"Some tea would be wonderful," Catherine said.

Catherine rang a small bell, and the doors swung open. Two men carrying a large silver tray with a silver teapot and crystal tea cups entered the room. They moved in lockstep, carefully placing the heavy tray on the low table before they backed out of the room.

"Please allow me to pour the tea," Catherine said.

She slid forward on the sofa and reached for the teapot. It was surprisingly heavy as she lifted it and her arm trembled slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Iris smirk. With a deep breath, she began to pour the tea, steadying the enormous teapot with her other hand. When each cup was filled with steaming brown liquid, she added the sugar and stirred in the milk.

"I don't take sugar with my tea," Iris sniffed.