Revealing the Mystery of Her

The live comments exploded, urging Rita to appeal and defend her rights. They wanted to see me in prison.

I ignored them, my eyes fixed on the plaque hanging behind her.

Like ancient courtesans, dark prostitutes could possess bodies by receiving clients, absorbing enough energy to live like normal people in the world.

I was indeed a priest, with an unbroken and authentic lineage. My father was the current head of Golden Church.

I had entered the entertainment industry to investigate the recent disturbances caused by dark prostitutes, which had led to several mysterious deaths.

Rita hid her true nature well. Even I hadn't seen through her at first glance.

Seeing the plaque turn black, I realized she had absorbed the energy of at least a hundred men.

She had spent more than a third of her year in bed.

Just then, my agent, who I hadn't heard from in years, called me out of the blue.

"Dianna. When did you start using your brain and riding the wave of popularity? The 'Mystery Hunter' show called me. Do you want to join their ghost-hunting expedition?"

"Pam, you know I prefer to lay low. I don't want to..." I began to refuse instinctively but was cut off.

"Seven million dollars for the script, paid immediately after recording."

My eyes widened, and I swallowed my refusal.

"If the money's there, so am I."

That evening, after the show announced the guest list, fans flooded my Twitter page with mockery.

[Wow, the so-called chief priest of Golden Church. Aren't you afraid of being exposed as a fraud?]

[Hilarious, your certificate must be worth two bucks.]

[Rita is a moon in the sky, and you, a mud puddle. How dare you ride her coattails?]

[Can't wait for the face-off, ha-ha.]

[Agreed!]

We should see about that.

The first stop for the ghost-hunting expedition was an ancient house, filled with ominous energy and a stench that nearly knocked me out.

The show had invited five guests, which were me, Rita, and her rumored boyfriend, Frank George.

He was a national heartthrob, constantly trending, rumored to be the illegitimate son of a famous director.

There was also a girl, Olive Nguyen, a tarot reader with real skills and millions of followers.

I stared at the house shrouded in dark energy, noticing a thin red thread connecting it to Rita's belly. My eyebrows furrowed.

This ghost fetus was strange.

I looked closely, finding the plaque behind Rita stood upright.

It indicated that her lover was nearby.

I had come to the right place.

Olive also looked serious.

Rita, being the biggest star, was introduced first, and the live comments went wild when they saw me.

[OMG, my little angel, Rita. So cute, I'm going to faint. Mommy loves you.]

[Aaaah, my favorite guest. Rita is so beautiful. Is that skin even real?]

[Going crazy for Rita. I adore her.]

[What a joke, who let Dianna come here?]

[The show is stirring up trouble, using Rita to boost Dianna's fame? Shameless.]

[Dianna, go to hell. Rita is so unlucky to be entangled with you.]

I remained indifferent.

The moment Frank saw me, he immediately stepped in front of Rita, glaring at me with intense disgust.