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.

person I cared

I raised my hand and slapped

"Chloe!"

just needed

His phone isn't

two wedding cars speeding up, likely

stretch of road wasn't particularly crowded, so I

their gas pedals, aiming to take

alongside, closing in from both sides, I abruptly released the accelerator and stomped on the

screeched violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

of the wheel, I sent the car into

assumption was that I'd try to outpace them,

The two vehicles, unable to adjust in time, collided head-on, the crash

truck that had separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving just two

around and charged straight toward

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

cars closed in, I deftly controlled the wheel and veered just enough to skim past

of the trailing cars were utterly stunned. Moments ago, they'd heard the sound of the collision up ahead, and now, a luxury car was

could almost hear the driver of the white car in front of me screaming inwardly, "Don't come any

straight through. Besides these four cars, there were still 12 more

veered away from the white

it surprisingly slowed down in sync, creating some space between us. I

out of the window, giving a

the seat. "Great-grandma,

phone, ready to call Harlan.

he'd be anxious. But more importantly, if Mom heard the news,

only person she could

Harlan's voice came through, "How are

"Where are you?"

been following you this whole

on speakerphone, so I

the rearview mirror and saw a Kia Carens aggressively

habit of disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her shadow.

never imagined he'd be the one to

the Kia Carens weaving through the black cars and shouted, "Hey, your

hell are

absolutely furious,

our enemy. If

wait

brief, were a surprisingly comforting reassurance at

forced myself to concentrate. We had taken out two of