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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 114: Suits Me

Suddenly, the door to the dressing room swung open, and Clara stood in the hall. Leydon lifted his head, and the siblings stared at each other in silence. Clara's cheeks flushed, and Leydon's jaw clenched, and then Leydon turned on his heel and disappeared down the long hall.

"Let's go," Sean whispered.

Catherine allowed him to lead her down the hall back toward the main gallery. In the space of a few minutes, the runway had been taken down, and deep house music thumped throughout the room. Models, designers, celebrities, and socialites mingled in the dim room—illuminated by the pulsing blue lights that flashed overhead. Overwhelmed, Catherine looked around the room.

In the far corner, she saw a tall man with golden blonde hair. Her heart froze in her chest—it looked exactly like the man who had saved her in the alley. He disappeared in the crowd, and she swung her head around, looking for him. As the lights flashed, she was sure she saw his golden hair again.