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.

I cared about most-he couldn't be

raised my hand and slapped myself

"Chloe!"

fine. I just needed to focus.

His phone isn't

I saw two wedding cars speeding up, likely intending to box us in from both

crowded, so I pushed down on the accelerator as

pedals, aiming to take me

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

screeched violently against the

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

sent the car into a

flanking us were caught completely off guard. Their assumption was that I'd try

move. The two vehicles, unable to adjust

still holding up the rest

turned the car around and

she gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am I going

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

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

the white car in front of

straight through. Besides these four cars, there

away from the

in sync, creating some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel and turned

his head out of the window, giving a

slammed her head back into the seat. "Great-grandma,

call Harlan. After all, Bill wasn't in

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

person she could rely on now was

voice came through, "How are

"Where are you?"

following you this

speakerphone, so I could clearly

saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through

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

imagined he'd be the one to turn

weaving through the black cars and

hell

was absolutely

our enemy. If we get

just wait for

brief, were a surprisingly comforting

taken out two of the