Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

At that moment, I became the center of attention. While everyone else waited quietly for the red light, I slammed the gas pedal and sped through, making a sharp turn.

I finally understood why Wisteria had appeared-someone had used her as part of a scheme to keep Carter and Taylor preoccupied.

We were the real targets.

What a cruel and calculated plan!

Since they had replaced Taylor's men, it was clear this was orchestrated by someone from the Carlyns.

They had used Taylor's wedding as bait to try and wipe out the Sanders in one fell swoop-including Whitney and me.

The dozen or so cars behind us ran the red light as well. Thankfully, there was another lane of cars passing through legally, and a large truck moving straight ahead blocked several of the pursuers. Still, four cars continued to tail us closely, and it wouldn't take long for the others to catch up.

Time was running out. After killing someone, calling the police would only complicate matters-we couldn't risk it.

I steadied my voice and said, "Whitney, my phone's on the backseat. Call Taylor right now, tell him what's happening, and ask where we should go!"

"Got it."

Whitney quickly grabbed the phone and dialed. On the other end, Taylor sounded busy as well, with the wind howling in the background.

"Anna, are you okay?" His concern was unmistakable.

Compared to Taylor's panic and urgency, Whitney remained surprisingly calm. She briefly explained what had happened and asked which direction we should head.

"Head west! Don't go to the Whites! I'm sorry, Anna, the situation is out of control."

Taylor continued anxiously, "My men... They've all turned against me. It's him-he's back! Anna, head west and escape. I'll..."

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Where was Taylor? What had happened to him?

And what about Carter? Was he in danger too?

"Taylor, are you okay? What about Carter-"

I started to ask, but Whitney interrupted, looking up at me, "Chloe, the call was disconnected."

When I first realized we had gotten into the wrong car, I wasn't nervous. When I drove a blade into someone's heart for the first time, I wasn't nervous either.

But now, knowing that Carter and Taylor had been trapped and hearing the gunshot, I panicked.

My hands trembled uncontrollably, and the fear I had buried deep inside surfaced.

I cared

I raised my hand and slapped myself

"Chloe!"

just needed to focus. Call

His phone isn't

speeding up, likely intending to box us in

road wasn't particularly crowded, so I pushed down on

pursuers must have floored their gas pedals, aiming to take me

from both sides, I abruptly released the accelerator

screeched violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

wheel, I sent the car into a drift, the

completely off guard. Their assumption was that I'd

instead, I pulled this unexpected move. The two vehicles, unable to adjust in time, collided head-on,

the pursuers earlier was still holding up the

turned the car around and charged straight toward them

gripped her seatbelt

closed in, I deftly controlled the wheel and veered just enough to skim past one of the wedding cars, knocking off

trailing cars were utterly stunned. Moments ago, they'd heard the sound of the collision up

white car in front of me

through. Besides these four cars,

away from the white

it surprisingly slowed down in sync, creating some space

head out of

her head back into the seat. "Great-grandma, sorry, I

pulled out her phone, ready to call Harlan. After

more importantly, if Mom heard the news, what

she could rely on now

came through, "How

"Where are you?"

this whole

so I could clearly hear Harlan's

and saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding

turned into her shadow.

be the one to turn the situation

spotted the Kia Carens weaving through the black cars and

hell are you

was absolutely furious,

If we

just wait for

though brief, were a surprisingly comforting reassurance

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