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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 89: Saving The Company

The smiling secretary led Catherine to Alan's office.

"Go on in, he's expecting you," the secretary said.

Catherine knocked quietly, and the door swung open. Alan sat behind a desk piled with paperwork. A small modernist metal sculpture like the ones in his apartment sat in the corner of the room next to a small potted palm.

"Welcome," he said, smiling at her over the top of his computer. "Let me finish this email, and then we'll get started."

She took a chair at the desk and looked around the room as he tapped away at his keyboard. The office was much smaller than she remembered it. Back when she used to visit her dad at work, she'd always run to Alan's office to give him a drawing she'd made at school, or when she got older, to say hi. She looked around the room, marveling that her memories were so different from reality.

"Looks a bit different, doesn't it?" Alan asked.

"A bit," she admitted.