Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 423 Lunatic

We held each other tightly, Whitney trembling with emotion.

"Chloe, did she hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine," I reassured her.

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Whitney, unconvinced, let go of my hands and circled me, inspecting every inch as if to make sure I was unharmed. Only after confirming I was fine did she finally exhale in relief. Taylor, still nursing his bleeding wrist, looked equally astonished. "She didn't lay a hand on you?"

I glanced at the wound on his wrist, evidence of Whitney's fierce resistance, though he seemed entirely indifferent to the pain.

"Not only did she not hurt me," I said with quiet confidence, "but she'll send me back herself. Do you believe that?"

Taylor's brows furrowed, but after a moment, he muttered, "You're still standing here unharmed, so yeah, I guess it's not impossible."

Whitney quickly interjected, her voice urgent. "Chloe, then you should leave right away!"

I wasn't just planning to leave; I wanted Amber to personally send both Whitney and me out the door.

This was the best chance I'd get. Still, Taylor's possessiveness toward Whitney was a looming obstacle, and I knew better than to reveal my intentions in front of him.

I reached out, gently cupping Whitney's face. "I just want to spend a little more time with you."

"Chloe, you're too naive," she murmured, shaking her head.

Naive? Maybe.

But I also knew Taylor must have used me as leverage to control her over the years.

Whitney could have given up long ago, but she endured all of it-for the Sanders family.

If she could bear so much, then helping her was the least I could do.

"Don't worry about me," I said with a reassuring smile. Just rest. Stop overthinking.

Obediently, she nodded, though the worry in her eyes lingered.

Both Whitney and Taylor knew Amber's nature far better than I did. If she had intended to harm me, I wouldn't still be breathing.

The fact that she hadn't made a move was proof enough-I was safe.

night fell, the world grew eerily

with the faint sound of my footsteps on the

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inside.

sparing me was a gesture of mercy She never expected I'd have the audacity to invade

Carlyn-the untouchable matriarch, the one everyone feared-was unprepared for this lunatic barging

click of the door unlocking alerted her. She sat up in bed, her

"Amber, it's me. Don't you remember? I'm the one Silas stabbed-one blade straight through me. It hurt so much, and

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snap of her bedside lamp shattered-the-darkness, its warm yellow light

gaze met mine. "Chloe, have you lost your mind? What are you doing here, acting like some

softly. "Amber, are you sleeping

invitation, I pulled back her blanket and lay down beside her. Amber's eyes widened in disbelief, her expression as if she were staring

teeth clenched. "Do you think

turned to face her, smiling faintly. "Of course, I believe you would. But if I die, Carter won't live much longer either. Would you be

shown no interest in Whitney, why not remove the chip and let her go? It

can

to one demand would only invite more. She wouldn't give me

pulled out a dagger, its blade glinting under the soft light. Positioning it over my wrist, I fixed her

I'm willing to do

hesitate. The blade sliced

catching her completely off guard. Bright red

at her, still smiling. "Sorry for messing up your bed. But don't you think

Amber fumed, her rage palpable as she nearly

want is for Whitney to leave safely. I know exactly what I'm doing. If you don't believe I'll kill myself. should I go for the throat next? Or straight

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and Amber, make sure you and Carter take care of my body afterward. Bury

this before. It looks dramatic and bleeds a lot, but

from my hand, her movements sharp and full of anger. Then, grabbing a towel, she pressed it firmly against the wound to

hissed through gritted teeth, "How could Carter fall in love with someone as twisted as you? Do you even think about him when you pull stunts like this? His life is

have you made up your mind yet?

what you want!" she snapped, exasperated but cornered. Then, after a moment

as she spoke, she pressed the towel harder against my wrist, pulling out her phone to make

the bed, lit a cigarette and gave a cold