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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 320: Get Her

A repulsive smell in the warehouse welcomed her. It was so dark that she could barely see her own hands.

She stood by the door, her head tilted to one side as if she was pondering. She didn't go in straight away.

"Welcome. Come on in." the voice said coldly. It echoed in the spacious darkness.

Nathalia smiled and went in.

All of a sudden, blinding lights shone on her and exposed her slim figure. With the collar of the jacket up, she looked decisive and fearless. Her pretty face said confidence and calmness.

She frowned slightly at the sudden lights and held her arm up above her forehead.

The man sneered and said mockingly, "Ha. Nathalia Davidson, you did come alone. Good. I'm impressed."

Nathalia put her arm down, and following the voice, she saw a stout man with a ferocious scar across his right cheek. It looked like it was from a deep cut of a knife. A golden thick chain necklace, exaggerating earrings, and tattoos adorned him.