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.

the person I cared

thinking, I raised my hand and

"Chloe!"

fine. I just needed to

no! His phone

rearview mirror, I saw two wedding cars speeding

so I

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

both sides, I abruptly released the

tires screeched violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

sent the car into a drift, the front

was that I'd try to outpace them, so they were ready

two vehicles, unable to adjust in

the pursuers earlier was still holding

around and

turned pale as she gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe,

veered just enough to skim past one of the wedding cars, knocking off its side

the sound of the collision

white car in front of me screaming

go straight through. Besides these four

away from the

some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel and

popped his head out of the

back into the seat. "Great-grandma, sorry, I might be

to call Harlan. After

more importantly, if Mom heard the news, what if it caused

person she could rely on now was

Harlan's voice came through, "How are

"Where are you?"

following you this whole time. Look

was on speakerphone, so I could

saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding cars, trying to

unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her shadow. I had no idea when he had caught up with

he'd be the one to turn

black cars and shouted, "Hey, your driving skills

hell are you

absolutely

short, every wedding car is our enemy. If we

just wait for

words, though brief, were a surprisingly comforting reassurance at that

taken out two