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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

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Chapter 104: He Knows My Name

Sophie's smile developed to a happy grin. He knows my name! My god. He knows my name!

Nathalia waited for a bit, then walked to the door. "Who is it? Oh, it's you. Matt. What's the matter? Come on in."

Everyone had been busy, but Matt Miller seemed to have disappeared recently. Too busy to make a presence.

Sophie then realized she had been staring at Matt and forgotten to invite him in. Nathalia watched her and noticed the flush on her face. Aha, Sophie. Hmm. I didn't know that. She's got a good taste, though not sure if it's the right choice as he can be a troublesome one. Nathalia thought and smiled at her. Sophie flushed again and hurried into the kitchen, "I will make some tea."

Matt glanced around the flat. It was a small place but tidy and cozy. A few green plants sat by the window and brought the place of life. He took a seat on the beige couch, and casually, he said, "Someone is investigating you. Try not to go out often."