My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1050:

Aliza’s composition, on the other hand, stood apart. It was not flawless—there were minor blemishes scattered across the score—but its spirit was unmistakable. It carried a voice. Those imperfections seemed to fade in the face of its character, like scratches on a masterpiece that only added to its charm.

As the piece unfolded, the judges began nodding, subtle and measured at first. But within a few bars, some were already jotting down scores in the nineties, quietly moved by what they heard.

Among the crowd sat several young members of the Association. One leaned forward, brow furrowed, and whispered, “This sounds a lot like that new track Randell sang today.”

The comment sent a jolt through the listeners nearby. A murmur spread, swift and sharp.

“Are you saying Aliza plagiarized him?” someone shot back, incredulous.

“No way she would be foolish enough to steal from a pop singer. That would not just be risky—it would be suicidal. The Association would shut her out without a second thought.”

The Association did not play games with plagiarism. Getting blacklisted would not just end her career—it would bring shame to her entire family. In Isonridge, reputations crumbled fast.

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is not plagiarism. It just… feels familiar.

stirred something else entirely. Was Aliza the composer behind

a phenomenon. She had the power to launch a singer to stardom with a single song. That kind of skill was rare, even among the Association’s veteran

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them. It would become a song sung on every street corner, something children and elders alike could hum without effort. And that kind of reach… that came from more than technical

The youth in the hall

flicked between seats. Even the Morrisons, seated with dignified composure, could not hide

his voice low but

never imagined Randell’s composer

sitting beside him, gave a thoughtful nod as she glanced at the seat on her

far as I know, Randell is Asher’s relative,”