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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 148: Was Drake Mad At Me?

Angelo smiled sincerely. Clarence had been like this. He had been a polite person and always talked with others equally.

In her last life as Angela, she cooperated with him a lot and then fell in love with him because of his good personality.

"By the way, where are you going, Angelo?"

Angelo didn't take anything and didn't look like going far.

"France," replied Angelo.

Clarence was surprised, wondering why Angelo took nothing with him.

"Yeah." 

Angelo nodded and guessed the reason why Clarence was surprised, so she showed a relaxing look.

"Everything is arranged there. I don't need to take anything with me."

Clarence got it – he was a rich kid!

While Angelo was glad that there was a man who knew her who went to America, Clarence suddenly asked, "I happen to go to France. What time is your flight, Angelo?"

Angelo paused, then she exhaled and forced a smile, "What about yours?"

She couldn't go to France.