Before I died, I was nothing more than a burden to my wealthy family and a “training prop” to my violent husband. One night, he ended my life with rope and brutality, then stuffed my body into a punching bag—hanging it in our home like a trophy. Three days later, my family finally stepped into the mansion—not to save me, but to confront me about my “disappearance.” It wasn’t until my three-year-old’s trembling finger pointed at the bag that the truth exploded. Can my spirit ever find peace? And will the one life I loved most escape the shadows of it all?

Please Save My Lily

I hover near my daughter, aching to hold her. She's fighting so hard to tell them the truth, and they're treating her like she's reciting lines from a script.
Vincent walks over to the punching bag, his producer instincts kicking in. He's handled enough props to know when something's off.
"This th...

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