Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)

I sent a message to Carter, asking him what was going on.

He was still on a call and didn't reply to me immediately.

Whitney sat with her hands resting on her knees, her face devoid of the happiness one would expect from a bride.

On the other hand, Zoey was toying with Whitney's bouquet. Her excitement evident as this was her first time riding in a wedding car. Only I was anxious and uneasy, waiting for Carter's response.novelbin

A few minutes later, he called me back. "Chloe, Wisteria has appeared."

"Where is she?"

"She just got off the plane. My people received her entry notification. She's still at the airport, and I've already sent someone there."

Wisteria was the one responsible for my death. In the past, it was all about family vengeance, but now, having lost her child and her lover, she harbors hatred for everyone. The situation is clear now: even if the Bolton twins are still alive, I bear no grievances with them.

Amber tried to kill me in exchange for her own life. Now, not only can she not harm me, but she doesn't have the strength to try.

The Carlyn brothers had no intention of targeting me, leaving Wisteria's father and his daughter as my biggest threats.

The Carlyn father and daughter didn't know about my rebirth. Only Amber and her two children were aware, but they hadn't disclosed it to the Carlyns.

Carter had always regarded her as a major threat. As long as she is eliminated, the greatest danger to me will also be gone.

Earlier, I had subtly inquired with Yael. Back in Snowville, she had already severed ties with Taylor. Not only us, but even the Carlyn brothers had no idea of her whereabouts. Now that she's shown up in Jaford today, it's incredibly suspicious.

"Where is she heading?"

"Judging by the direction, it's likely heading to the wedding venue. Chloe, don't worry. I won't let her get away. You stay with Whitney, and I'll join the wedding later." Carter intended to handle this personally.

"Carl, be careful."

"Okay."

He hung up, and I turned to look out at the scenery outside the window.

The flowers in Jaford were not only abundant in variety but seemed to compete with each other like a floral pageant, each striving to outshine the rest.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, they swayed gracefully.

Since my misfortune began with Wisteria, today, it should all end with her at Whitney's wedding.

Just then, my phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number. I answered it, and Taylor's anxious voice came through.

"Chloe, the person I arranged has been replaced. The driver of the main wedding car isn't my man. Carter and I are both being held up, and Yael is already on his way. No matter what, you must find a way to stop the car!" Without any warning, he blurted this out like a thunderclap over my head.

There was no time to berate him for this mess, nor would I doubt his love for Whitney or think he'd joke with me at a time like this.

I tried my best to appear calm and said, "Okay, I understand. Carl, come over when you're done."

There were 16 cars trailing behind the main wedding car, originally arranged by Taylor to protect us.

But now he was telling me that none of the 80 people in those cars were his!

This was absurd-something straight out of a fantasy novel.

Whitney and Zoey were completely oblivious to all of this. I was wearing a simple white cocktail dress. Thankfully, ever since Yael took me away, I had been wearing a thigh holster with a dagger Carter had given me. The driver was steering the car, but his gaze kept flicking toward us in the rearview mirror.

The moment my eyes met his, my heart clenched tightly.

It was the gaze of an executioner-cold and unfeeling.

It was different from Carter's innate, aloof arrogance. This man exuded the same frigid ruthlessness as Silas, someone with a heart as hard as stone.

Even though there was no killing intent in his gaze right now, I was certain that if he decided to take a life, he wouldn't even blink.

Who could it be?

Who had the power to replace Taylor's men so thoroughly?

Could it be Amber?

No, if she had wanted me dead, she could have had her bodyguards kill me that night. Whitney wouldn't have survived this long either.

Wisteria was still at the airport. Could it be the infamous Wisteria's father?

No matter who it was, my mind raced furiously.

This time, it wasn't just about me-Whitney and the completely unaware Zoey were also in the car.

I couldn't let anything happen to them.

I quickly shifted my gaze away from the driver, keeping my expression neutral.

While casually chatting with Zoey, I discreetly retrieved the dagger.

"Janice, you barely had any cereal earlier. Do you want to grab a snack to tide you over? There are nuts and fruits in the wedding car's gift boxes.

"Whitney must be hungry too. Let me see where they are."

"Silly girl, aren't they on the counter over there? I'll go get them."

"Be careful not to step on Whitney's wedding dress!"

"Got it, I'll be extra careful."

As I replied, I stood up and moved toward the small counter in the car, pretending to search for the gift box. There was a red light ahead, and I quickly calculated the timing.

Just as my hand reached the box, my left hand tightened on the dagger. In one swift motion, I lunged at the man, aiming the blade at his neck.

The sudden attack left Zoey and Whitney stunned, unable to react. But the man, a trained killer, dodged instinctively-his reflexes honed to perfection.

He tilted his head to the left, narrowly avoiding the blade's edge.

"What are you doing?"

"He's going to kill us! The people in the cars behind us-they're all his!"

The man couldn't move his legs and had to keep his left hand on the steering wheel while his right hand instinctively reached for me.

I struck without hesitation, and blood splattered onto my face.

Perhaps it was because I had been through too much-my tolerance for violence had skyrocketed.

When someone else's warm blood splashed onto my skin, I didn't scream, nor did I feel fear or disgust.

Instead, my adrenaline surged, and a fleeting sense of exhilaration coursed through me.

In my previous life, I had died so unjustly-so powerless!

I hadn't even seen Silas's face clearly before I was killed.

But in this life, I was the one holding the blade!

The man, despite his resilience, instinctively recoiled his hand after I slashed it.

While Zoey was still hesitating about how to help me, Whitney acted decisively. She ripped off her veit, looped it around the man's neek from behind, and pulled it tight with both hands.

"Chloe, strike now!"

Her quick thinking left me

momentarily stunned. Zoey, realizing the situation and perhaps feeling it would be wrong to stand idle, covered the man's eyes with both hands, blocking his vision entirely.

I didn't hesitate any longer and seized the opportunity.

After all, if it came down to a fair fight, this man could easily take on the three of us.

We finally managed to gain the upper hand. Whitney pulled hard on the veil, trying to choke him, while my knife plunged into the man's heart.

Today, it was either his life or ours.

Grabbing the steering wheel, I steadied the car. His earlier erratic driving might have already alerted the cars behind us.

As his breathing ceased and his foot went limp on the gas pedal, the car slowed to a stop just as we hit a red light.

"We've got 60 seconds! Quick, drag him to the passenger seat!"

Whitney frowned deeply. "It's too late! He weighs at least 100 kilograms, and there's no way we can move him. Besides, their organization is always methodical. "The erratic driving earlier must have aroused suspicion-they'll check on us at any moment!"

"What should we do then?"

"Push him out, and drive! Quickly! There's no time!"

Hearing Whitney's words, I didn't hesitate.

Thankfully, our wedding car was a luxury vehicle, and the convoy's deliberate positioning had ensured that there was no car directly to our left. When I opened the door, I saw the car behind us already starting to

open its doors as well.

Summoning strength I didn't know I had, I shoved the man's lifeless body out of the car with all my might.

The people in the car behind immediately noticed and began chasing after us.

I slammed the door shut, stepped on the gas, and sped off!

I had only one thought in my mind: Run! Just run!

I had to ensure the two girls survived. I couldn't let history repeat itself.