Celebrity Traitors' evil trio ‘revealed' as bookies name surprising three stars who will kill off the faithful
A variety of famous faces will battle it out in a spin off of
Claudia Winkleman
's hit
BBC
show, with bosses
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An evil trio of Celebrity Traitors has been 'revealed' and the surprising three names will go on to kill off all the Faithfuls
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Paloma Faith is the top tipped Traitor
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Charlotte Church is expected to become a traitor
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Olympian Tom Daley is set to join a deadly duo of Traitors
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The Sun was
- which includes a
Line Of Duty
actor and a
Bridget Jones
star
.
, 67,
British actor
, 44,
Olympian
, 30
and
Six Nations sports ace
Joe Marler
are also just some of the names confirmed.
None of the 19-strong stars has been revealed as a Traitor or a Faithful as yet.
But bookies
have now exposed
who they believe will become traitors and go on to kill all of the Faithfuls.
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They told The Sun: "'Punters are having their say on which stars might be recruited by Claudia Winkleman as her traitors."
Popstar Paloma Faith, 43, who was
She is the favourite to be unmasked as an unfaithful contestant, with odds of 11/8.
Diving ace Tom is also in the mix for a deceptive role, with odds of 6/4.
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The bookies have said: "While it was the Faithfuls who claimed victory in the regular series that aired earlier this year, we bookmakers are backing the traitors to come out on top this time around, with odds of 8/11.'
Huge BBC star says she was rejected from Celeb version of The Traitors and claims 'they didn't want me'
The celebrities will play the a game of detection, backstabbing and trust, in the hope of winning a cash prize of up to £100K for a charity of their choice.
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"I'd love to say we'll take it easy on them and they'll just wander round the castle and eat toast for a couple of weeks but that would be a lie.'
Viewers are also convinced
But bookies
have also exposed the "real" winner
of the show despite it not even airing yet.
They told us: "Currently, Nick Mohammed is leading the betting
markets
as the early favourite to win the series, with odds of 7/4.
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"Other frontrunners include Celia Imrie, who follows closely at 2/1, and Tom Daley, currently sitting at 5/2."
Just this week, the civilian series of the reality show was snubbed at the TV Baftas -
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Nick Mohammed is tipped to win the new Celebrity Traitors
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All the famous contestants appearing on the spin off Celebrity show
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