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.

first speaker raised both hands

not mean it like that. It is not plagiarism. It just…

something else entirely. Was Aliza the composer

a promising musician—she was a phenomenon. She had the power to launch a singer to

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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

grew restless. The youth in the hall were

turned to speculations. Eyes flicked between seats. Even the Morrisons, seated

voice low

imagined Randell’s composer

as she glanced at

as I know, Randell is Asher’s relative,” she said,