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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 68: Tell Me The Truth

He placed her in her chair at the dining table and served her a small bowl of oatmeal with fresh fruit and a dollop of cream on top. She lowered her head and ate slowly, trying to avoid his gaze from across the table.

"You should stay at home until your wounds heal," he said over his newspaper.

"But I already have plans," she said. "I'm supposed to meet a friend." 

"Well, cancel it," he said. "Or tell her that she can meet you here."

She bit the inside of her mouth to keep from shouting at him. After her ordeal with Iris, her patience had worn thin. Sean could play attentive husband all he wanted, but she was furious at his efforts to control her. Didn't he have any shame at all?

"Fine," she snapped.

Another silence filled the dining room. Besides the clink of his cup against the saucer and the rustle of his newspaper, the room was quiet. She sat uncomfortably at her seat, wondering if she could excuse herself.