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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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Chapter 253: His Love Declaration

The boy in glasses didn't pay any attention to Sean's stern look. He kept saying, "Well, why don't you take off your sunglasses? Did you feel guilty about something? And why do you park your car right in front of the building? You have to be here to pick up Catherine."

Sean replied, "You seem to know a lot about reading minds."

Catherine rolled her eyes and couldn't help feeling sorry for the glass boy.

"Everyone saw it. Guys, back me up."

"So what?"

"Catherine, shame on you! How could you show up in public so casually? Are you voted Miss Gorgeous or Miss Joke?"

Sean sneered and kicked the glass boy in his knees.

"Catherine, you told me a teacher could not be violent with his student. But that only counts when the bell for class rings."

"How could you kick me?" asked the glass boy.

"So what? You have to be taught a lesson."

Sean didn't break any sweat beating up the glass boy who wasn't able to fight back.