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.

were intact; I hadn't

like only superficial injuries-some cuts from the

felt a slight urge

taking slow, unsteady steps through the water, heading toward

Whitney, you must survive.

I got closer, I used the

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

were

their worst, the current situation was the

her face and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney, are

"Chloe..."

finally breathed a sigh of relief as I

Does

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

once undergone a heart transplant. The heart had a strong rejection reaction after surgery, but since she started using my heart, the compatibility between

did before I died at

you been

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

had gone to such great lengths to gather all of the

I hadn't died was that I had

and some of the sons were not

lived a life of ease and privilege, as

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

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

the Carlyns and might care about

become the

In contrast

Whitney's worry

starkly different. "Sorry, I can't empathize with you on this. As for the fate

your body?

I'm fine, but Mom and

came a deep, male voice,

"Shouldn't they die?"

soft, devoid of

and only then saw the man in

couldn't tell how long he had been standing there. He had no presence,