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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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#ACTION
#ADVENTURE
#ROMANCE
#REINCARNATION
#MYSTERY
#FACESLAPPING

Chapter 137: I Was Involved

She crept down the hall and paused outside the room. Sean sat behind his desk, watching something on his computer screen. His face was frozen in an unreadable expression, and a crystal tumbler of whiskey sat beside his elbow. He looked up from the laptop, regarding her with a calm expression.

"What are you doing?" she asked him.

"Come see for yourself," he said.

She padded into the study, and he pulled her onto his lap. She shifted uncomfortably, wishing she had her own chair. He seemed to be watching some sort of video, but the footage was dark and grainy. She studied the image and realized she was looking at a shabby, small bedroom. At one end, a figure slept in a narrow, single bed.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Just watch," he said.

Suddenly the figure in the bed sat up—it was a woman. She rubbed her eyes and looked toward a pair of long white curtains. Catherine leaned in to get a better look at the woman and gasped.