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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 324: My Babe Is Brilliant

Mrs. Davidson tried pushing her away but failed. Nathalia went on pleading with her.

"Huh! Aren't you a superwoman?! Superwomen don't need food." She retorted sulkily. I do wish she was not so wild and strong-minded sometimes. She should have asked for help instead of doing everything on her own.

Nathalia could hear that Mrs. Davidson's anger was fading, so she took the chance and went on persuading, rubbing her head on her shoulder like a little girl. "Mum, please. Spencer told me that you make great creamy chicken spaghetti. I'm so hungry!"

"Spaghetti?" Mrs. Davidson was a bit taken aback. She rarely cooked, though she had learned for Curt when she was young.

"Yes." Nathalia at her pleadingly. "Spencer said you used to make it for him often. Come on, mum, I want it too, please. Please."

Mrs. Davidson was no longer angry. She patted Nathalia's head gently and said, "Alright, alright. I'm not sure if we have the ingredients, though."