Over My Dead Body
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sat, Jul 23, 2022
Screams of her voice and shattering of glass were the last thing Ashely Mort heard before her sad death at twenty-five. She had a not so trustworthy husband Aron and her little girl Clare just over one.
As a protective mother Ashley is, she decided to stay around and watch over her family. Will she like what she sees?
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