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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 201: It's A Powerful Opponent

"I'm done. Shall we go, Drake?"

Christina happened to come out of the bathroom near them and stayed when she saw Angelo.

Drake withdrew his eyes on Angelo, nodded lightly, and then left with Christina.

Just as they were about to pass over, Christina suddenly stopped and said, "Oh, what a coincidence, Mr. Watts and Miss Angeline. Are you eating here?"

Drake also stopped and looked at Angelo. Angelo's face became stiff.

"Yeah, it is. You two are so close. Are you going to the bathroom together?"

"No. I just went to fix my makeup, and Drake waited for me for a while."

With that, Christina leaned against Drake; either her tone or her expression seemed quite sweet.

Angelo breathed out, adjusted her mood, and tugged at McCoy's sleeve.

"I'm hungry. Shall we have dinner?"

"All right," replied McCoy. Then he held Angelo's hand and said goodbye to Drake and Christina.