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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 17: Are You In Pain?

Catherine woke in the weak pink light of early morning with a warm arm wrapped around her waist. She blinked and looked around at the large gray room—the pale sun slanted through a gap in the curtains, and a burgundy duvet was pulled up to her chin. She was in Sean's room, but how had she gotten there? The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on the sofa in her room.

She wiggled her body, trying to escape from Sean's tight embrace, but his arm only pulled her closer. He buried his face in her hair and murmured something against the back of her neck.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"Don't get up," he murmured, his voice thick from sleep.

"It's morning," she said.

"Then let's sleep in," he said.