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

I raised my hand and slapped

"Chloe!"

just needed to focus. Call

His phone isn't

rearview mirror, I saw two wedding cars speeding up, likely

stretch of road wasn't particularly crowded, so I pushed down on the accelerator

have floored their gas pedals, aiming to take me

from both sides, I

tires screeched violently

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

sent the car into a

off guard. Their assumption was that I'd

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

truck that had separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding

car around and charged

she gripped her seatbelt tightly.

wheel and veered just enough

ago, they'd heard the sound of the collision up ahead, and now, a luxury car

the driver of the white car in

couldn't go straight through. Besides these four cars, there were still 12 more trailing behind

I veered away

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

his head out of the window,

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

call Harlan. After all,

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

person she could

voice came through,

"Where are you?"

this whole time.

was on speakerphone, so I could clearly

and saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding cars,

disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into

be the one to turn

weaving through the black cars

hell are

absolutely furious,

our enemy. If we get caught, it's pretty much a dead

wait

were a surprisingly

had taken out two of the