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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 61: She’s Lying

"Hello, brother," Iris said casually.

"What the hell is going on here?" Sean asked.

Catherine felt his arms tighten protectively around her as he spoke, and she leaned into him—relaxing against the support of his chest.

"And what the fuck is wrong with my wife?" he asked. "She's covered in blood and barely conscious. Look at her!" 

"Sean, take a deep breath," Iris said, her voice calm and even. "And please, remember, don't shoot the messenger."

"Out with it," he shouted.

"Catherine and Marco were trying to elope," she said. She turned and pointed to Marco, who collapsed on the tarmac. "See, he's over there." 

Sean's arm tightened again, pulling her painfully close. His entire body was rigid with tension and anger, and his chest heaved against her.

"No," he said, taking a deep breath. "That can't be true. She's handcuffed, and I saw her running from Glen."

"Well, it's a complicated story," Iris said.