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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 51: Do Something

Madison ground her teeth and dug her long nails into her palms, vowing to take revenge on Catherine for everything she'd done. "I swear to god she'll regret it," Madison muttered. "She'll pay for everything she's doing to us."

"What are you muttering about?" Melanie snapped. "Come help me with your dad." 

Madison turned and looked at her dad. He was sitting in a foldable hospital wheelchair. His face and clothing were wrinkled and rumpled, and his shirt hung strangely on his frame—in just three days, he'd lost a lot of weight. She took him by one arm, and her mom took him by the other. Together they helped him stand and walk to the car.

"Well, hurry up," Melanie snapped. "Get in the car, Madison."

She sighed and got into the backseat. Perched on the edge of the leather seats, she leaned forward and patted her dad on the shoulder. 

"How are you?" she asked.

He shook his head, "I'm fine."

"Are we going to move?" she asked.