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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

AnnaShannel_Lin · Urbano
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895 Chs

Chapter 136: That Man Doesn’t Want You

Adam's look turned bitter, "Those men are untouchable. Not even the police could help me."

"I didn't do anything," Madison wailed.

"Don't lie," Adam screamed, his eye flashing as bright as the knife. "You put me up to this!"

"I didn't, I swear I didn't," Madison whimpered. "It must have been someone else. It wasn't me, it wasn't me." 

Adam stopped in front of her. Though he wasn't a tall man, he seemed to tower over her. Slowly, as if in pain, he bent down. Madison's eyes were locked on the knife—she stared at it with unblinking horror as he brought it close to her skin.

"Please, don't," she whispered. "I'll do anything, please don't cut off my hand." 

"Anything?" Adam asked, his voice turning even more low and horrible.

"Yes, anything," she whimpered.