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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 52: I Will Revenge

When one lost control of their mind, they could do anything. And Nathalia had pretty much lost control.

Ben was sober and thinking logically. Frightened, he stepped back, and Nathalia dashed towards the door, opened it, and ran as fast as she could. The door shut behind her. 'Bang'. It awakened the startled crowd.

Evette was furious to watch Nathalia escape. She glared at the faces around her. Useless!

"Ben, run after her!" she shouted to Ben.

Ben suddenly realized what had happened. He went out after Nathalia, but he had lost her. Frustrated, he kicked the wall.

Bitch. She's kicked me and cut my face! She will pay for it!

Nathalia wandered in the dim hallway, struggling to find the lift. She felt feverish and anxious. Desperately, she pulled her own hair hard, hoping to sober up. She dialed the number again, but again, it was not answered.

Expected. At the end of the day, I'm all on my own. It's my own battle.

What can I do now?