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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 31: My Husband Is A Stranger

Though Catherine hated to admit it, her eyes were sore from looking at the computer screen. She closed the laptop and called for a servant to bring her a cold compress for her stinging eyes and throbbing forehead. The servant returned several minutes later with a washcloth soaked in lavender water, and Catherine placed the cool cloth over her eyes and stretched out on the sofa.

"You have a guest, Mrs. Blair," the servant said. "But I'll tell her you're resting."

Catherine sat bolt upright, and the wet cloth slid off her face and landed with a plop on her lap. "A guest? she asked. "Who?"

"It's a young woman named Sophia Wells," the servant said. "She claims she's an old friend."

"Sophia?" Catherine asked, bewildered. "Let her in right away."