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

hand and slapped myself

"Chloe!"

needed

no! His phone isn't

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

so

pedals, aiming to take me down in

in from both sides, I abruptly released

screeched violently against

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

turn of the wheel, I sent the car

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

vehicles, unable to adjust in time, collided head-on, the crash echoing

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

turned the car around and charged straight toward

face turned pale as she gripped her seatbelt

deftly controlled the wheel and veered just enough to skim past one

sound of the collision up ahead,

hear the driver of the white car in front of me screaming inwardly, "Don't come

through. Besides these four cars, there were still 12

veered away

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

ahead, a guy popped his head out of the window,

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

her phone, ready to call

she called him now, he'd be anxious. But more

she could rely

voice came through, "How are

"Where are you?"

been following you this whole time. Look behind

so I could clearly hear Harlan's

a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding cars, trying to

of disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her shadow. I had no

never imagined he'd be the one to turn

the Kia Carens weaving through the black

hell are you

absolutely

short, every wedding car is our enemy. If we get caught, it's

just wait for

a surprisingly comforting reassurance at that

We had taken out two of the cars, but