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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 132: Do You Remember What Happened?

Somewhere above her, a man cleared his throat. She opened her eyes again, letting them adjust to the dim room. Sean stared down at her, a pained expression on his face. She blinked and shifted again, feeling the soft rub of the blanket on her bare stomach. Suddenly, she froze. Bare stomach? Was she naked? She glanced down at her chest, horrified to see her bare breasts peeking out of the blanket. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it all the way up to her shoulders. Sean made a low sound in his throat—it almost sounded like a laugh. She looked up at him, but his face was serious and dark.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

Her mouth felt dry and fuzzy, " Thirsty."

He shifted beneath her and grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand. Cradling her head like a baby, he held the water to her lips and helped her drink. Slowly, she sipped the cool water.

"Better?" he asked.

"Mhmm," he said.

"Are you sure?" he asked.