I RECENTLY MOVED TO NIGERIA TO GET RID OF THE RITUAL AFTER A FAILED REALITY SHOW

SLAY QUEEN: I RECENTLY MOVED TO NIGERIA TO GET RID OF THE RITUAL AFTER A FAILED REALITY SHOW

It's really hard to outrun the curse that comes with the wealth ritual,I even went for a body scissor to change my looks but you can never ever outrun the monster you invite in your life for wealth.

I finally feel free to Confesses How i Got All Those Rich Men… The Truth Will Shock You but not much because you've always wondered what is it about me that makes rich men run after me.

The Ritual That Made Rich Men Chase Me

I don’t even know how to start this, but I’ll just say the truth — I didn’t get rich men by luck. It wasn’t my beauty, my charm, or my prayer. It was something else. Something I was told never to speak about.

Back then, I was tired of struggling. I wanted a soft life — the kind of life I used to see on Instagram. Expensive hair, designer bags, champagne breakfasts, and “baecations.” But no matter how much I tried, the kind of men I wanted never looked my way.

One night, I was told about a ritual that could make rich men notice me, fall for me, and spend on me without even thinking twice. I laughed at first, but when you’ve had enough of hunger and rejection, even the strangest things start to make sense.

The ritual had to be done at midnight. I was told to sit in front of a mirror, completely naked, with only a red candle burning beside me. I had to look into my reflection and speak to it — like it was someone else. I was told to say exactly what kind of men I wanted and what kind of life I desired. Then, I had to take a few drops of my own blood and mix them with milk and honey.

After that, I was told to anoint my chest and whisper, *“I am the desire of kings.”*

From that night, everything changed.

Men started approaching me everywhere — in malls, at petrol stations, in restaurants. They’d act like they knew me from somewhere. Within weeks, I was living a life I once prayed for. I didn’t even have to ask — money, cars, vacations… they just came.

But something else came too.

Every night around 3 a.m., I’d wake up to heavy breathing near my ear. Sometimes I’d hear footsteps moving around my room, but when I turned on the light, nothing would be there. The mirror I used for the ritual started fogging up on its own, even when my room was cold.

I tried to ignore it, but the men started acting strange too. One got into an accident. Another lost his business. One even called me crying, saying he sees me in his dreams, even when I’m not there.

The more I gained, the emptier I became. My body feels heavy when I’m alone. I’ve tried praying, fasting, cleansing — nothing works. The spirit that gave me the power to attract men now follows me everywhere I go.

I got the life I wanted.

But I lost my peace in the process.

If I could go back, I’d rather stay broke than live with this kind of attention.

Because not every blessing comes from God… some come with a price you can never finish paying.