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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 118: Someone Was Helping Her Behind

As soon as he got home, he heard the news on television again. He frowned and barked, "Turn it off."

Ann wasn't looking very good. A few wrinkles seemed to have crawled on to her face since the court case. She dared not venture out, but stayed in the house and sulked.

"Honey, what shall we do? Please think of a solution. Or we can pay some money to sort it out?"

Frank threw an impatient glance at her. "It's not that simple."

It was a big deal this time, with too many things and people involved. Meanwhile, someone was helping Nathalia behind the scene. It wasn't something that money could sort out this time, at least not in a short time.

Anger was brewing inside Ann. The more she thought about it, the madder she grew.

"It was that devil's fault. We raised her up. We fed her, and now what did she do to us?!" Ann grumped.