I was the entertainment industry's number one villainess.
Even three years after my death, the waves of online curses and accusations over me had never stopped. If someone tripped while walking or if the company's stock price fell, they claimed it was my vengeful spirit causing trouble.
To ease his new lover's mind, James Gibson hired a priest to perform a rite and forcibly exorcise my spirit.
The group arrived at the villa where I once lived, only to be met with walls smeared in blood and hundreds of photos of me having sex with different men.
James quickly covered Juliet Santana's eyes, his face twisted with disgust. "Mia was a complete freak. She lived a shameless life and her ghost continues to cause trouble. Marrying her was the biggest disgrace of my entire life!"
My parents also disliked me, saying I wasn't as obedient and sensible as Juliet, that I was unworthy of being their daughter.
What they didn't know was that three years ago, it was my kind and obedient older sister who brutally murdered me in the villa.
And now, my mutilated corpse lies buried beneath James's feet.
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The group crossed the living room and entered my room. Instead of any scandalous photos, the walls were covered with words written in blood. Time had blurred the characters, but the eerie sight was still enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
Seizing the moment to boost her followers, Juliet started her livestream. The title, "Exorcising Mia Santana's Spirit," instantly drew thousands of viewers to the live stream.
[Did Mia Santana deserve an exorcism? A vicious bitch like her belongs in hell!]
[Lol, I've still got videos of Mia having sex with all those guys. Comment '1' and I'll send them for free.]
[Just looking at that slut dirties my eyes. I only want to see our beautiful Juliet Santana!]
[Hey, isn't that Malcolm Bell? Mr. Gibson actually managed to summon this reclusive priest; that bitch is going to die a horrible death this time.]
Malcolm paid no attention to the barrage of comments. He just frowned, surveying the room.
"The resentment here is too deep. Ordinary methods won't be enough to suppress it. To shatter Mia's soul, we must open the coffin, retrieve her bones, break them and seal them with blood talismans," he said.
Even the usually decisive and ruthless priest hesitated at such a vicious method.
Still, James didn't hesitate at all. "Do as you say. Don't even mention opening the coffin to retrieve the body. As long as Juliet can get a good night's sleep, what does it matter if Mia is torn to pieces?"
The moment these words left his mouth, the comments flooded in with agreement. They all said someone as wicked as me deserved to be torn to pieces.
James immediately summoned two bodyguards and sent them to dig up the coffin from the back hill. Before they could even step out of the villa, Juliet, who had been hiding behind him, suddenly stepped forward to stop them.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she gently shook her head, yet she cleverly turned the camera toward those scandalous photos.
"James, Mia was still my little sister after all. Even if she did wrong, that was in her past life. We should respect the dead. Let's not disturb her peace after death."
James smiled tenderly and gently patted the back of her hand. "You are always so kind-hearted, but I will never give Mia a second chance to hurt you. If I could lock her in a mental hospital back then, I could certainly make her soul vanish today!"
Juliet nodded, leaning softly against James's chest. However, a trace of unease lingered deep within her eyes.
Malcolm began setting up his altar for the rite. Meanwhile, the young bodyguards sent to dig up the corpse from the back hill cursed their misfortune.
One of them viciously kicked the tombstone. "Damn restless ghost. She's been dead for three years and still won't stop causing trouble. She enjoyed her life here with over a dozen boy toys and now she's dragging us down with her."
