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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 37: You’re My Wife

Sean watched her storm into the house. A strange mix of emotions churned in his chest. Before the door could shut behind her, he jogged forward and grabbed her, pulling her body close to his. She gasped—a small, surprised sound—and his heart pounded against his ribs.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He pulled her even closer, pressing her head against his chest, forcing her body to mold to his. She felt delicate in his arms—soft and defenseless. The floral smell of her shampoo wafted up from her hair, and he reluctantly relaxed his grip.

"Sean, you're scaring me," she whispered.

"You're my wife," he said. "Do you understand what that means?"

Her enchanting eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly, "I-I do. And I am grateful that you're helping me. King's College is much better than Queen Mary, and it's much better than any school I would have gone to in the US."

"What?" he asked, surprised by the sincerity of her answer.