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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 59: You’re Crazy

Catherine looked around the building again, and her heart sank. She couldn't outrun Glen or outfight him, and there was no one around to stop him and Iris from doing whatever they wanted.

"Okay," she said. "But can you take the handcuffs off? I don't want Marco to see me like that." 

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Iris asked. "Get in there."

Glen let go of her arm and gave her a rough shove in her back. She staggered forward two steps, and the doors slid open automatically. Casting a glare over her shoulder at Iris, Catherine walked into the dim room. The doors slid shut behind her, and she heard a familiar voice talking to Glen—it sounded like Levi.

The room was dark and full of pod-shaped white chairs. Blue lights glowed in the corners of the room. She stepped forward nervously, and one of the pod chairs swirled around. The man in the chair was deep in shadow, but even if it were bright, she would have had trouble recognizing him. Marco had changed.