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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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#MYSTERY
#FACESLAPPING

Chapter 66: Suit Yourself

Sean ran his fingers through Catherine's silky hair. The strands slid between his fingertips as he massaged the conditioner in, working slowly and gently to untangle the knots. But he was only half paying attention to her hair. As she'd relaxed into the warmth of the water, she'd leaned back and closed her eyes. One long, pale leg lifted out of the water, and she flexed and pointed her soapy foot in the air.

He stared at her leg, imagining what it would feel like to have it wrapped around him. How soft the skin would feel under his hands and lips and how her toes might curl in the heat of the moment. Images flashed through his mind, and he felt the blood rushing into his groin.

With a groan, he tore his eyes away and looked down at her hair. Her eyes flew open, and her leg splashed back into the water, hidden by the foamy bubbles. He cursed himself for putting so much gel in the bathwater. If only there hadn't been so many bubbles.