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 about most-he

thinking, I raised my hand and slapped myself across

"Chloe!"

I just needed to

His phone

two wedding cars speeding up, likely intending

wasn't particularly crowded, so I pushed down

their gas pedals, aiming to take me down

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

violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

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

cars flanking us were caught completely off guard. Their assumption was that

The two vehicles, unable to

separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up

around and charged

her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am I going to meet

veered just enough to skim past one

heard the sound of the collision up ahead, and now, a luxury

car in front of me screaming inwardly, "Don't come

four cars, there were still 12 more trailing behind

veered away

creating some space between us. I quickly

head out of the window, giving a thumbs-up and shouting,

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

phone, ready to call Harlan. After all,

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

could

phone rang, and Harlan's voice came through, "How

"Where are you?"

you this whole

speakerphone, so I could clearly hear Harlan's

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

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

imagined he'd be the

the black

hell are

was absolutely furious, cursing

If we get caught, it's pretty much

wait

words, though brief, were a surprisingly comforting

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