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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 56: Do You Forget Who’s In Charge Here?

She rummaged blindly against the car's leather, hoping Iris wasn't watching her from the front seat. Her hand touched the cold metal strap of her bag, and she pulled the bag toward her little by little so that the chain wouldn't clink. She unzipped it and felt for her phone, but it was gone. She wanted to scream in frustration—she was exhausted, and she'd wasted all that energy for nothing.

Fumbling around the inside of the bag, Catherine brushed something cold and metallic—her nail scissors. She pulled the scissors from the bag, hiding them in the palm of her hand.

"How do you know that Marco is being sent away tonight?" Catherine asked.

"I thought I told you to shut up," Iris said. "You should be grateful for what I'm doing—you get to spend your life with him after all." 

"What is it with you and Blairs?" Catherine asked. "You all have such a hangup on Marco and me. How many times do I have to explain that I don't love him?"