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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 72: Just Tell Me

The auctioneer stepped onto the stage flanked by two model-thin women in glittering evening gowns. They stood next to him as he presented the first item—a pair of Ming vases. He droned on for several minutes about the origins of the vases before he began the bidding.

"Those are nice," Melanie said calmly, peering over the edge of the balcony.

Catherine glanced at them with disinterest, for she wasn't interested in any of the items up for auction. They were just status symbols that the rich people in the room brought to impress each other. She sighed.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked. "Bored already?" 

"Wouldn't these things be better off in a museum?" she asked. "That way, the people who like them could go see them for free. But most of these things will just end up in climate-controlled storage rooms. It's such a waste."

Melanie sneered, "You're so naïve, Cathy. As if ordinary people can appreciate these things."