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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 32: Nice To Meet You

The driver pulled the car to a stop, and a doorman rushed to open the door. Catherine stepped out of the car and stared up at the massive stone house in front of her—it made Sean's estate look small. She stared at the high turrets and towers and realized she was looking at a castle.

"Madam, please, come this way," the doorman said.

She took a deep breath and followed the man down a long cobblestone path lined with flowers into a large, bright courtyard. Roses climbed trellises on each wall of the courtyard, filling the place with a thick sweet smell. She swallowed and wiped her palms on her dress as she passed through the large wooden doors into the house.

Her mind raced, trying to remember everything she knew about the Blair family. Sarah had told her as much as possible before she got ready, but she felt like a lamb being led into a lion's den. She had a good memory, but the Blair family was notoriously secretive.