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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 222: Nothing Ever Changes Him

Mrs. Davidson was filled with anger and worries. "What's your job? Huh? What am I paying you for?! How can you let him get hurt?!" She reproached furiously.

The bodyguards were speechless, knowing that they were to blame.

Nathalia still sat there, staring at the door of the emergency room as if she was unaware of anything going on. Then, a middle-aged man arrived with a few bodyguards following.

He still possessed his usual charm and confidence and the air of authority. It was Curt Davidson. He knitted his brows and asked, "Where's Spencer? How is he?" Though he appeared to be calm, wearing his usual cold and distant look, his voice carried a hint of worries.

Mrs. Davidson was at first taken aback by his arrival, then she looked annoyed. "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here." She said icily.