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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 271: She Stayed Strong And Positive

"Babe, you are so pure and innocent. You have a strong mind and a big heart." Spencer said sincerely. Even when she was going through the darkest time, she remained pure; she stayed true to herself. She stayed strong, and she stayed positive.

There was a light that never went out. She was the light. She saw the light.

Nathalia blushed bashfully. "Thank you, Spencer. I'm grateful that I've met you. I'm very lucky."

Spencer felt comforted greatly. "Do you still hate him? Your father?" He asked tentatively.

"No. I don't think so. I don't think of him anymore. It's the past." Nathalia said calmly.

She used to hate Frank and his wife and children. She wished she could ruin him and everything he had. And she did it. He had lost the company, what he was proud of the most, his once beautiful wife, and his most arrogant son. She had won the battle, and she had let go.

The wind was blowing hard tonight. The leaves danced frantically and rather loudly.