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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 50: Bloody Hell

Catherine watched her uncle's limp form on the bed. Though his finger had twitched, the steady beep of the machines stayed the same. She narrowed her eyes and squinted at his face, looking for signs of consciousness.

She remembered watching a TV show as a young girl with Maria. The villain on the show had pretended to slip into a coma. To prove he was faking it, the young heroine had stabbed a needle into his foot. The comatose man sat up in his bed and screamed. She looked around the room, hoping to see a sharp object, but there was nothing there.

She stuck her hand into her small purse and rummaged around. At the bottom of the bag, her fingers brushed over a small leather pouch, the size of a coin purse. She smiled and pulled the pouch from her bag, pinching it open. A hair tie and several safety pins fell into her palm. Shoving the rest of the junk back in her bag, she opened a safety pin and marched toward Lawson.