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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 146: Can I Trust You?

Catherine bit her lip. Something about Clara's open, honest face made her want to confess the whole story. She opened her mouth and then froze. Clara was an actress after all, what if she was trying to get information for Iris and Pearl?

"I just didn't think marriage would be so hard," she lied. "Sean is a complicated man, you know."

Clara looked thoughtful, "It's true. But you have to know that beneath the cold and proud exterior, he has a very passionate heart." 

"He does?" she asked.

Clara nodded, "Besides, I've never seen him like this before. He's very sweet and gentle with you—he's never been like that with another girl before." 

"Oh, I know he can be sweet," she said. "But he's just so overbearing sometimes!"

Clara laughed a bright and joyful sound, "All men are like that, Izzy. Well, either they're indifferent or overbearing—there's nothing in between."

"It seems so," she sighed.