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

from the broken glass,

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

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

Whitney, you must survive.

the dim light outside to

injuries, except for some cuts on

were just small

worst, the current situation

face and hoarsely whispered,

"Chloe..."

a sigh of relief

are you? Does

eyes. "Chloe, I'm fine. You've

heart had a strong rejection 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

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

you

years with Taylor, knowing the Carlyns better than

changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed my hand. "Chloe, something's wrong. Mom and

her saying it, I had already suspected this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather all of the Sanders

I hadn't died was that I had already died

and some of the sons were not very capable, they

of ease and privilege, as if it were their

them was undoubtedly deeper than

harmed Whitney and me yet, it wasn't just because

he was still part of the Carlyns and might care

the focal point of

In contrast

you Whitney's worry

for the fate of the Sanders, what matters more to me is you." I tried to

"How's your body? Can you

but Mom and

came a deep, male voice,

"Shouldn't they die?"

devoid of any

to look and only then saw the man

I couldn't tell how long he had been standing there. He had