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.

was the person I cared

thinking, I raised my hand

"Chloe!"

just needed to

His phone isn't

I saw two wedding cars speeding

of road wasn't particularly crowded, so

their gas pedals, aiming to take me down in

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

tires screeched violently against

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

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

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

unable to adjust in

pursuers earlier was still holding up the

and charged straight

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

drivers of the trailing cars were utterly stunned. Moments ago, they'd heard the sound of the collision up ahead, and

white car in front of me screaming

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

I veered away

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

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

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

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

that if she called him now, he'd be anxious. But more importantly, if Mom heard the news, what if it caused an early

only person she could rely on now

voice came

"Where are you?"

you this whole time. Look behind

so I could clearly hear

into the rearview mirror and saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding cars, trying to break free of

had a habit of disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her shadow. I had no idea when he had caught

be the one to

weaving through the black cars and shouted,

the hell are you

absolutely

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

just wait

brief, were a surprisingly comforting

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