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.

my limbs were intact; I

only superficial injuries-some cuts from

was spinning, and I felt a slight urge to vomit,

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

Whitney, you must survive.

closer, I used the dim

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

were

their worst, the current situation was

touched her face and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney,

"Chloe..."

sigh of relief as

are you? Does your heart

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

reaction after surgery, but since she started using my heart, the compatibility between her body and the heart had gradually improved over the past six months, with no rejection symptoms at all. In fact, her health had gotten

was probably the most valuable thing I did before I died at least I

have you been

years with Taylor,

have," she said, her expression suddenly changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed my hand. "Chloe, something's wrong. Mom and

suspected this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather

had already died once, and Whitney had suffered

though Josh and some of the sons were not very capable, they had lived a comfortable

of ease and privilege, as if it were

hatred toward them was undoubtedly deeper than the one

me yet, it wasn't just because of our family ties,

he was still part of the Carlyns and might care about

Sander family members had become the

In contrast

Whitney's

this. As for the fate of the Sanders, what matters more to me is you."

body? Can

Mom and Dad... They're going

a dark corner came a

"Shouldn't they die?"

soft, devoid of any emotion-neither joy, anger, nor

then

dressed in all black, and I couldn't tell how long he had been standing there. He had no presence, like a