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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 23: It’s Not Enough

"Catherine, you have to think about this," Melanie said. "That's a lot of money for us, but it means very little to Sean's family. They can buy anything they want—no matter the price. It would be better to get them something with deep meaning."

"You know, I think that's true," she said, hiding a smile. "I guess I can just write them all poems or something like that."

She bit her lip to keep from laughing at the identical horrified expressions that flashed across her aunt and cousin's faces. Their foreheads wrinkled, and their mouths gaped open. 

Madison recovered first and said, "Listen, Sean must give you some pocket money to use on clothes and stuff like that. Why don't you just use that money to buy the gifts?"

"It's not enough," Catherine said, unwilling to admit that Sean hadn't given her a single cent. "He knows I'm young and don't have much experience managing money—he'd never give me such a big sum."