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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 15: My Phone Is Broken

At breakfast, she noticed that there wasn't any coffee on the table. Sean sipped green tea, and she had a glass of fresh-pressed orange juice. She nibbled at her toast and picked at the melon, but she wasn't very hungry. As she ate, Sean looked at her and occasionally scooped more food onto her plate.

In the middle of the meal, Sean's phone began to ring. He glanced at the number, scowled, and answered it. The person on the other end said something, and Sean passed the phone to her. She looked at the screen and recognized her own home phone number.

With a sigh, she lifted the phone to her ear, "Madison?"

"No, it's your Uncle Lawson," the voice said.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"That's no way to speak to your uncle," he said. "I've been worried sick about you. I tried calling your phone, but none of my calls got through. Are you okay?"

"My phone is broken," she said, shooting a glare at Sean.