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.

cared about most-he couldn't

raised my hand and slapped

"Chloe!"

needed to focus. Call

no! His phone

mirror, I saw two wedding cars speeding up, likely intending to box us

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

must have floored their gas pedals,

alongside, closing in from both sides, I abruptly released

violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

turn of the wheel, I sent the car into a drift, the front spinning around

that I'd try to outpace them,

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

separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving just two cars chasing us

the car around and charged straight

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

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

heard the sound of

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

through. Besides these four cars, there were still 12

away

it surprisingly slowed down in sync, creating some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel and

far ahead, a guy popped his head out of the window, giving a thumbs-up and shouting,

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

out her phone, ready to call Harlan. After all, Bill

knew that if she called him now, he'd be anxious. But more importantly, if Mom heard the

she could rely

Harlan's voice came through, "How are you? Are

"Where are you?"

you this

on speakerphone, so I could

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

turned into her shadow. I had no idea when he

the one to turn the

spotted the Kia Carens weaving through the black cars and shouted,

hell

was absolutely furious,

every wedding car is our enemy. If we get caught, it's

wait for

words, though brief, were a surprisingly comforting

to concentrate. We had taken out two of the cars, but