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 slapped myself across

"Chloe!"

fine. I just needed to focus.

His phone

the rearview mirror, I saw two wedding cars speeding up,

wasn't particularly crowded, so I pushed down on the accelerator

floored their gas pedals, aiming to take

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

tires screeched violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

a quick turn of the wheel, I sent the car into a drift, the

guard. Their assumption was that I'd try to outpace them,

instead, I pulled this unexpected move. The two vehicles, unable to adjust in

holding up the rest of the convoy,

around and charged

turned pale as she gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am I going to meet

controlled the wheel and veered just enough to skim past one of the wedding cars, knocking off its

sound of the collision up ahead, and now, a luxury car was

the driver of the white car in front of

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

away

sync, creating some space between

a guy popped his head out of the

her head back into the seat.

to call Harlan. After all,

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

only person she could rely on

rang, and Harlan's voice came

"Where are you?"

following you this whole time. Look

was on speakerphone, so I

a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through

Harlan had turned into her shadow. I had no idea when he had

he'd be the

through the black cars and shouted, "Hey,

hell are you

was absolutely furious,

every wedding car is our enemy. If

wait

were a surprisingly comforting reassurance at that

forced myself to concentrate. We had taken out two of the cars, but there were still