Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

I was terrified to wake up.

I was afraid that when I regained consciousness, I would once again become a spirit, watching my body being torn apart.

I also feared that I might not have any consciousness at all, unable to even take one last look at Carter, still not having had the chance to say goodbye.

Before regaining full awareness, searing pain overwhelmed me.

The moment I felt the pain, I was strangely relieved; if I could still feel pain, it meant I was alive, not just a wandering soul.

As long as I was alive, I still had a chance.

My head and body ached from the impacts, each part of me throbbing.

The images from before I lost consciousness resurfaced the sight of Zoey being discarded to the green belt, Harlan crawling toward her. She should be okay, right? What about Whitney? Was her heart okay?

I suddenly opened my eyes, and only then did I realize my current situation.

Whitney was not far from me, still unconscious.

I scanned the surroundings. We were locked in a water prison, but fortunately, the water level wasn't too high-just a shallow layer that hadn't even covered my feet. The ground was damp. The room was dark and musty, with only a small, square iron window.

Outside, it was pitch black; it had already turned night.

I listened carefully, hearing the sound of waves from afar.

I had a suspicion in my heart-was this the island that Yael once brought me to?

If the Carlyns were seeking revenge, they would definitely bring us to their burial ground.

Whitney's huge fish-tail wedding dress spread out on the ground, with diamonds scattered all over, glinting coldly in the darkness.

She was already slender and pale, resembling a stranded mermaid. Her entire form exuded a sense of fragility-beautiful, yet heartbreaking.

The dagger was scattered in the car.

I looked down and saw that the silver necklace around my neck was still there.

As long as the island didn't block signals, Carter would be able to detect my presence!

I propped myself up on the damp ground and struggled to stand up.

I hadn't lost any arms

seemed like only superficial injuries-some cuts from the broken glass, which

felt a slight urge to vomit, likely from a

staggered, taking slow, unsteady steps through the water, heading toward

Whitney, you must survive.

I got closer, I used the dim

any obvious injuries, except for some cuts on the back of her hand from

were

things had reached their worst, the current situation was the

face and

"Chloe..."

a sigh of relief

Does your heart

"Chloe, I'm fine. You've been protecting me all this

are hard to explain. Whitney had once undergone a heart transplant. The heart had a strong rejection reaction after surgery, but since she started using my heart, the compatibility between her body and

probably the most valuable thing I did before

you been

with Taylor,

in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed

already suspected this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather all of the Sanders

Whitney and I hadn't died was that I had already died once, and Whitney had suffered for 20

some of the sons were not very capable,

a life of ease and privilege, as

toward them was undoubtedly deeper than the

while they hadn't harmed Whitney and me yet, it wasn't just because of our family ties, like Taylor's deep love

was still part of the

family members had become the focal point of

In contrast

Whitney's worry

As for the fate of the Sanders, what matters

body? Can you

fine, but Mom and Dad...

dark corner came a

"Shouldn't they die?"

was soft, devoid of any emotion-neither joy, anger,

then saw the man in

how long he