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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 280: You’ve Only Given Me A Name

"Are you?!" It triggered Spencer, and his anger exploded. When has he ever been a father to me?! "You've only given me a name. Ask yourself, seriously, have you ever seen me as your son? Have you ever been a father? Where were you when I was alone? Where were you when I was sick? Where were you when I needed a father?"

Like a volcano erupting, all that had been buried in him for over twenty years gushed out completely. "You were in bed with your mistresses! You were having a great time! All these years, I've put up with you. I've had enough!"

When he was still a teenager, he loved his father as much as he hated him, and there was still a lot of hope. He hoped and waited for his father to come home to see him and his mother.

As time went by, his heart grew cold. Hope vanished. Love disappeared and was replaced by hate. He was utterly disappointed and had given up on him. He stopped hoping. He stopped waiting.