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

At that moment, I became the center of attention. While everyone else waited quietly for the red light, I slammed the gas pedal and sped through, making a sharp turn.

I finally understood why Wisteria had appeared-someone had used her as part of a scheme to keep Carter and Taylor preoccupied.

We were the real targets.

What a cruel and calculated plan!

Since they had replaced Taylor's men, it was clear this was orchestrated by someone from the Carlyns.

They had used Taylor's wedding as bait to try and wipe out the Sanders in one fell swoop-including Whitney and me.

The dozen or so cars behind us ran the red light as well. Thankfully, there was another lane of cars passing through legally, and a large truck moving straight ahead blocked several of the pursuers. Still, four cars continued to tail us closely, and it wouldn't take long for the others to catch up.

Time was running out. After killing someone, calling the police would only complicate matters-we couldn't risk it.

I steadied my voice and said, "Whitney, my phone's on the backseat. Call Taylor right now, tell him what's happening, and ask where we should go!"

"Got it."

Whitney quickly grabbed the phone and dialed. On the other end, Taylor sounded busy as well, with the wind howling in the background.

"Anna, are you okay?" His concern was unmistakable.

Compared to Taylor's panic and urgency, Whitney remained surprisingly calm. She briefly explained what had happened and asked which direction we should head.

"Head west! Don't go to the Whites! I'm sorry, Anna, the situation is out of control."

Taylor continued anxiously, "My men... They've all turned against me. It's him-he's back! Anna, head west and escape. I'll..."

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Where was Taylor? What had happened to him?

And what about Carter? Was he in danger too?

"Taylor, are you okay? What about Carter-"

I started to ask, but Whitney interrupted, looking up at me, "Chloe, the call was disconnected."

When I first realized we had gotten into the wrong car, I wasn't nervous. When I drove a blade into someone's heart for the first time, I wasn't nervous either.

But now, knowing that Carter and Taylor had been trapped and hearing the gunshot, I panicked.

My hands trembled uncontrollably, and the fear I had buried deep inside surfaced.

Carter was the person I cared about most-he couldn't be harmed.

Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped myself across the face.

"Chloe!"

"I'm fine. I just needed to focus. Call Carter!"

"Oh no! His phone isn't connecting."

Through the rearview mirror, I saw two wedding cars speeding up, likely intending to box us in from both sides.

This stretch of road wasn't particularly crowded, so I pushed down on the accelerator as well.

The pursuers must have floored their gas pedals, aiming to take me down in one move.

As they came alongside, closing in from both sides, I abruptly released the accelerator and stomped on the brake.

The tires screeched violently against the asphalt.

"Fasten your seatbelts! Now!"

With a quick turn of the wheel, I sent the car into a drift, the front spinning around in an instant.

The two cars flanking us were caught completely off guard. Their assumption was that I'd try to outpace them, so they were ready for a high-speed chase.

But instead, I pulled this unexpected move. The two vehicles, unable to adjust in time, collided head-on, the crash echoing loudly.

The large truck that had separated some of the pursuers earlier was still holding up the rest of the convoy, leaving just two cars chasing us now.

I turned the car around and charged straight toward them head-on.

Zoey's face turned pale as she gripped her seatbelt tightly. "Chloe, am I going to meet Great-grandma now?"

As the two cars closed in, I deftly controlled the wheel and veered just enough to skim past one of the wedding cars, knocking off its side mirror.

The drivers of the trailing cars were utterly stunned. Moments ago, they'd heard the sound of the collision up ahead, and now, a luxury car was hurtling straight toward them.novelbin

I could almost hear the driver of the white car in front of me screaming inwardly, "Don't come any closer!"

I definitely couldn't go straight through. Besides these four cars, there were still 12 more trailing behind us.

So I veered away from the white car,

and then the car behind it surprisingly slowed down in sync, creating some space between us. I quickly spun the wheel and turned the car around. en

Not far ahead, a guy popped his head out of the window, giving a thumbs-up and shouting, "Awesome!"

Zoey slammed her head back into the seat. "Great-grandma, sorry, I might be late..."

She pulled out her phone, ready to call Harlan. After all, Bill wasn't in Jaford.

She knew that if she called him now, he'd be anxious. But more importantly, if Mom heard the news, what if it caused an early birth?

The only person she could rely on now was Harlan.

The phone rang, and Harlan's voice came through, "How are you? Are you okay?"

"Where are you?"

"I've been following you this whole time. Look behind you!"

Chloe was on speakerphone, so I could clearly hear Harlan's voice.

I glanced into the rearview mirror and saw a Kia Carens aggressively weaving through the wedding cars, trying to break free of the chaos.

It seemed like Zoey had a habit of disappearing unexpectedly, and now Harlan had turned into her shadow. I had no idea when he had caught up with us.

I never imagined he'd be the one to turn the situation around.

Zoey spotted the Kia Carens weaving through the black cars and shouted, "Hey, your driving skills are impressive!"

"Sh*t! What the hell are you doing?"

Harlan was absolutely furious, cursing nonstop.

"In short, every wedding car is our enemy. If we get caught, it's pretty much a dead end."

"Idiot, just wait for me!"

Harlan's words, though brief, were a surprisingly comforting reassurance at that moment.

I forced myself to concentrate. We had taken out two of the cars, but there were still two more.

Their speed had slowed, and with other cars between us, it was clear they were trying to form an encirclement with the others behind us.

Zoey frowned. "How about we stop and just run?"

Whitney's face was cold. "No, those

people are covered in blood. We're at least safe in the car for now. It's likely their mission is to kill us. If we get out, they'll turn us into Swiss cheese. To them, laws don't exist."

"Right, we can't get out!"

Harlan's voice came through again "I've already called my people. Keep going straight. Just hold out for threemore intersections. My people will be there soon!"

Zoey let out a relieved sigh. "I didn't expect you to actually be reliable."

"Of course, how else could I be your man?"

Even in a life-and-death situation, he still found time to be smug.

But I didn't feel even a little joy. What was happening with Carter?

Just three intersections. That's only three to five minutes away. I can make it!

I focused all my energy, determined not to let any distractions cloud my mind...

Bang!

In a split second, a massive truck barreled toward us, smashing through the green belt without warning.

Harlan's voice, raw and anguished, tore through the phone, "Janice!"

"Great-grandma is calling for me," Zoey said calmly, her voice steady.

At that moment, my adrenaline surged to the point of almost exploding!

I slammed the accelerator to the floor, barely managing to dodge the truck's oncoming front.

Just as I escaped, the car behind me wasn't as lucky.

The deafening crash of metal on metal echoed through the air as multiple cars collided in a violent pile-up.

Zoey's voice rang out, "Harlan, are you okay?"

But all she was met with was an eerie, suffocating silence.