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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 139: We Can’t Let Her Make It

Hearing that, Ivy felt like losing all her strength. Thinking of the words Angeline had told her, she started to shiver.

Yes, she was afraid.

"What should we do, mom, dad?"

Ivy looked at her parents, she didn't know what to do. She didn't expect to get the file to prove her identity so soon.

"We can't let her make it," said the father, with gloom in his eyes. He had an idea. Then he looked at Ivy.

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The next day, when Angelo got out of her room, she saw Daisy coming out of the kitchen with breakfast in her hands.

"Oh, you get up. Come here. I made breakfast for you. I swear I made it myself!" shouted Daisy excitedly to Angelo.

Angelo raised her eyebrows, thinking that it was indeed not easy for a princess like Daisy to cook. But when she got close and saw the thing on the table, her grateful feelings were gone.

"What? Come here to eat. You have a press conference. You can't be late."