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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 49: This Isn’t Like Her

Now that she had been dragged in, Nathalia thought she would just play along then.

Neon lights danced around inside the club. Loud dance music was blasting. Flirtatious laughter and exclaims burst out from clutters of young girls and boys now and then. Most girls were clad in tight dresses or crop tops and shorts.

Evette swam her way through the crowds, grabbing Nathalia's arm. Obviously, she was a regular there. They went up straight to the fifth floor, the VIP room area. The vibe was very different from the first floor. It was abnormally quiet. They zig-zagged through maze-like hallways in dim lights till Evette pushed a door open into a grand room where neon lights shone, and dance music blasted again.

Young girls in tight dresses were dancing with guys in shirts, shaking their bodies and heads exaggeratingly. They stopped to stare curiously, when the door opened, at Nathalia as if she was some sort of weird creature.