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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 70: I Have My Ways Of Persuading You

He pressed his lips against hers, gentle at first. Catherine knew she should pull away, but she froze instead, and his lips became more insistent. With gentle yet irresistible force, he pried her mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. Seconds later, it was gone and then back again, playful and testing. Without thinking, she brought her tongue to meet his, and he groaned and pulled her closer. The bulge in his trousers pressed against her thigh, and his hands tangled in her hair.

"Ahem," someone said.

She pulled away from Sean, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. Her blush deepened when she saw Vivian standing in the doorway.

"Mother, why are you here?" Sean asked.

"I should ask you the same thing," Vivian sniffed. "What do you think you're doing? In a compromising position in the library—where anyone can walk in and see you?" 

"Trying to give you more grandchildren," Sean replied.