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 about most-he couldn't be

raised my hand and slapped myself across the

"Chloe!"

just needed to focus.

His phone

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

road wasn't particularly crowded, so

pursuers must have floored their gas pedals, aiming to take me down in one

both sides, I abruptly released

screeched violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

car

were caught completely off guard. Their assumption was that I'd try to outpace them, so they

this unexpected move. The two vehicles, unable

separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of the

and charged straight toward

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

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

ago, they'd heard the sound of

white car in

definitely couldn't go straight through. Besides these four cars,

away from

in sync, creating some space between us. I quickly spun

popped his head out of the window,

the

her phone, ready to call Harlan.

more importantly, if

she could rely on

voice came through, "How are you?

"Where are you?"

following you this whole time. Look

speakerphone, so I could

glanced into the rearview mirror and saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving

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

never imagined he'd be the one to turn the

Carens weaving through the black cars and shouted, "Hey, your driving skills are

the hell

was absolutely furious, cursing

enemy. If we get caught, it's pretty

wait

though brief, were a surprisingly

had taken out two of the cars,