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.

all my limbs were intact; I hadn't lost any arms

from the broken glass, which explained

was spinning, and I felt a slight urge to vomit, likely from a mild

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

Whitney, you must survive.

got closer, I used the dim light outside

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

they were just

things had reached their worst, the current situation was the best possible outcome

face and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney, are you

"Chloe..."

of relief as I heard her

you? Does your

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

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

most valuable thing I did before I died at least I protected my

have you been here

years with Taylor, knowing the Carlyns better

expression suddenly changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed my hand. "Chloe,

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

Whitney and I hadn't died was that I had already

of the sons were not very capable, they had lived a comfortable life under Grandma's

a life of ease and privilege, as if it were their natural

enemy's hatred toward them was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held for Whitney and

wasn't just because of our family ties,

was still part of the Carlyns and might care about

family members had become the

In contrast

you Whitney's worry

this. As for the fate of the Sanders, what matters more to

body? Can

I'm fine, but Mom and Dad...

a dark corner came a deep, male voice, its age

"Shouldn't they die?"

was soft, devoid of any

only then saw the

long he had been standing there. He had no