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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 211: Do You Know Who It Is?

Sean and Catherine exchanged whispers like others were not present in the room.

Pearl pinched her hands so hard that it bleeds. She tried too hard to keep her act together that she was bleeding in her heart every time she heard Catherine saying "honey." But she was nothing and had no right to ask about them.

"Sean, what are you talking about?"

Sean looked up at Iris coldly.

Iris felt guilty. But on second thought, she knew she did nothing wrong. So she kept saying, "Catherine is feeling better? I heard you asked for sick leave. Are you okay?"

Iris didn't see Catherine the other day. Now she did. But Catherine's skin was smooth and tender. Iris could hardly imagine she had face rashes. She was annoyed.

How could there be no scars left on her face? Iris thought. So she would have the reason to be mean.

"I'm better now. Thanks, Iris. I'm touched."