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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 · 现代言情
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Chapter 139: What The Hell Is Going On Here?

"Strange noises?" Melanie asked with a yawn. "No, I slept like the dead. In fact, I can't remember the last time I had such a good sleep. I'm still a bit fuzzy now. Why don't you be a good girl and make your mum a cup of tea?"

"I'm busy," Madison snapped.

"What happened to your neck?" Melanie asked.

Madison grabbed the collar of her robe, trying to hide the bruises. "I think it's just some makeup," she said.

Melanie narrowed her eyes suspiciously but left without another word.

By sunset, Madison had run through a series of possible plans, but none of them were good enough. She paced back and forth in her room, muttering curses against Catherine under her breath. As the light grew weak and the sun faded, she found herself growing nervous.