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.

raised

It is not plagiarism. It just… feels

than an accusation. It stirred something else entirely. Was Aliza

She had the power to launch a singer to stardom with a single song. That

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the elite circles—it would spill beyond 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 ability. It came from knowing people. Understanding the pulse of the crowd. A brilliant score filled with complicated layers might please scholars, but if it failed to connect, it would fade. Aliza had written something that did both—artistic and

The youth in the hall were buzzing, every one of them familiar with

Even the Morrisons, seated with dignified composure, could not

leaned closer, his voice low

never imagined Randell’s

nod as she glanced at the seat

far as I know, Randell is Asher’s