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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 86: I’m Your Wife, Not Your Pet

She stared at him in shock and anger. It wasn't her fault those men had attacked her, but he was punishing her like it was. She bit her tongue hard, trying to keep herself from shouting at him.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked.

She stared at him in disbelief.

"I see," he said. "But I'm not mad, so why are you?"

"You're not mad?" she asked. "I don't believe that for a second." 

He sighed, "Okay, I was furious before. But not at you, not really. I wish you knew how to protect yourself, of course, but I suppose it's not fair to blame you for that." 

"It isn't," she said, her voice flat and cold.

"I just wish you'd asked for my help," he said.

"But I did," she replied. "I sent Sophia to get you." 

"And with your so-called friends?" he asked.

She stared at him in surprise, "You know what happened at the bar? How did you find out?"

"If I want to know something, I find it out," he replied.