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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 128: Is This Karma

The record player was playing the tune can't take my eyes off you. The candle lights danced gently in the night breeze through the open window.

Nathalia couldn't understand the mixed feelings in her heart. The food was beautiful, but she found it difficult to be present and suddenly, she remembered something. She put her fork and knife down and said, "Please lend me some money. I will give it back to you when I get back to Miami."

It came like an icy cold shower and killed the fire in Spencer unexpectedly. Is she doing it on purpose? I've taken time to prepare all this, and she's not even in it.

"Have you got your passport?" Spencer asked indifferently.

"Shit. No." Now Nathalia had then realized she literally had nothing with her. No money, no passport, no phone, and she couldn't even speak Italian. Frustration was all over her face. She put her head down, defeated.