Part 2The Ghost in the Livestream

Dying, I was sent to the hospital by Julian, blood gushing from my wounds.

I had lost too much blood and developed sepsis from infection. The doctors performed an emergency total blood transfusion and used the highest grade of antibiotics to snatch me back from the jaws of death.

It took a week for me to wake up, my body aching as if I had been dismembered.

I looked at Julian with resentment, wanting to speak, but my voice choked, and tears instantly rolled down my cheeks.

Julian hugged me lovingly, whispering in my ear:

"Honey, thank you for your sacrifice."

"Our horror stream is viral now. So many advertisers are begging me for spots!"

"I'm going to make Rolling Stone Media the top media company in North City. I'm going to make so much money and become the richest man here."

"I want to prove to your parents that marrying me was the right choice."

For years, Julian had held a grudge. He wasn't the son-in-law my parents wanted.

Compared to my other potential suitors, he was poor and lacked connections.

My parents tried their best to stop us from marrying, but I chose him and broke ties with my family for it.

Rolling Stone Media was my wedding gift to Julian, hoping he would grow the company.

Initially, it did well, but as competition grew and netizen tastes became pickier, operations became difficult.

Recently, several top influencers left, and the company was struggling to pay salaries.

Julian had been depressed lately, sighing as soon as he got home. Seeing him sleepless night after night, my heart ached.

So when he suggested a new path—horror live streaming—and invited me as a guest, I agreed without hesitation.

I hoped to share his burden, not expecting to push myself into a dead end.

"Did you call the police later? Was the person who hurt me punished?" I suddenly pushed Julian away.

His expression was awkward, his eyes dodging. The answer was obvious.

"Why did I help you sincerely, only for you to harm me like this!"

"If you won't call the police, I will."

I reached for the phone on the table, but Julian panicked and tried to stop me.

In the struggle, the phone fell to the floor, screen lighting up with a news notification.

"Super popular fairy Sophie's next step: exploring the sunken ship in the East Suburbs. Netizens are eagerly awaiting."

I picked up the phone, unlocked it, and saw news of Sophie's stream floating on the homepages of major portals.

Julian had tasted success and continued to fake supernatural events, keeping popularity high.

During my seven-day coma, Sophie continued horror streaming as he requested.

Each time following the pattern: evil spirit harms someone, she arrives in time to drive it away and save them.

Due to the public's curiosity, her followers grew exponentially, and she became a top influencer.

Now I finally understood why Julian wouldn't call the police. He sacrificed me to build Sophie's "fairy" persona.

If I called the police and revealed that a human, not a spirit, harmed me, Sophie's persona would collapse.