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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 124: I’m Scared Losing You

Spencer glanced at him, icily. The man met his eyes and shivered in terror. He couldn't utter another word. Fuck, people don't call him the lonely wolf for anything.

"Come with me." Spencer held Nathalia's hand and walked out of the door. Everyone watched in silence, and no one dared to interrupt.

He held her hand tight, keeping an eye on her, scared to lose her again.

"Did they hurt you? What happened? I'm here now. I will protect you." Spencer asked worriedly.

Nathalia rubbed her hand on her neck. "My neck hurts." Her voice was unusually soft. He had come to her when she was in need of help the most. He had saved her again. She felt his protection. And of course, she was touched, moved.

Despite her usual bravery, her toughness, at this moment, she just wanted to be protected, loved, and looked after.