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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 140: You Can't Blame Yourself

Catherine sat in the sunroom she used as a studio, taking careful notes as Margo Fresco spoke. Her hand sped across the smooth paper as she copied every single word the designer said.

"Slow down there," Margo said gently.

"Sorry," Catherine replied. "I just can't believe you're giving me a private lesson. I don't want to miss a thing or bother you with any stupid questions or—" 

Margo smiled, "You're too kind. It's my pleasure, really. When Sean called and invited me here, I was only too happy to accept. You know, I owe him and Leydon several favors." 

"Leydon?" she asked.

"Oh," Margo said, looking slightly embarrassed. "Don't you know? I have an exclusive contract with the Fields' company. I personally style Clara Fields." 

"That's why she always looks so amazing," Catherine murmured.

"Oh please, dear," Margo said, waving a jeweled hand. "Leave the flattery aside." 

"Right, sorry," Catherine said. "Please continue."