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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 84: She Gotten Into Fight Because Of Him

She turned on her heel and marched out of the room and down the hall, leaving the door open behind her. She didn't realize a small part of her was hoping he'd chase after until she caught herself straining her ears for his footsteps on the carpeted hall floor. Frustrated with herself, she ran up the stairs and into her bedroom.

As she crossed the bedroom, her anger took hold. She stripped out of her clothes and marched to the shower, turning the handle until the water steamed. Letting the hot water pour over her, she tried to calm down. She closed her eyes, but all she saw was his face, frozen in a furious, cold mask.

"I don't know what your problem is," she said aloud. "You pretend to care about me, to worry about what happens to me, to care about what I think. But then I talk to you, and you look at me like I'm not worth the time of day."