On the day my boyfriend, Benedict, married my best friend, Amelia, my bloated, unrecognizable body was discovered in a smelly ditch—by my own brother, Daniel. I couldn't enter heaven because no one knew that corpse was me. A cold voice whispered: "Dorothy, you will only find peace if your family takes your body within forty-eight hours. If that window closes, you will scatter into the void, lost forever." But no one is coming for me. "She found a new boyfriend and doesn't want anyone to find her!" Amelia said, showing a faked picture of me still alive. "Dorothy was just a gold digger," Benedict spat. "She was always a good actress," Daniel added coldly. The two most important men in my life didn't know the truth: The person I died to protect was the one who pushed me into hell.

Chapter 1

On the day Benedict Calderon, my boyfriend of seven years, married his secretary, my bloated, unrecognizable body was discovered in a smelly ditch.

As he exchanged rings with Amelia Fletcher at the altar, everyone silently wished them well.

None of them remembered that I was Benedict's girlfriend of seven years.

Now my body was rotten and beyond recognition, my skin stretched so thin it was almost see-though.

Even the city's most experienced forensic doctor, George Hogan, couldn't help but look away.

My brother, Daniel Harrington, a detective, was tasked with solving my murder immediately.

They soon concluded that I might have been an undercover journalist working on an organ trafficking case.

Then George found a memory card inside my broken organs.

"If this recording has reached you, it means I have managed to go undercover within the underground black market..."

The familiar voice snapped Daniel into focus. Only then did it hit him that I, who was said to have gone abroad w