LOGINSelene Rivers was an upcoming singer and her future was bright until the moment when she received a phone call which was supposed to elevate her but ends up ruining her life. During the night, she was declared a fraud, beat up on the street, run over by a car and charged with committing a crime she never committed. Her husband framed her. Her songs were stolen by her best friend. And the world thought that she was dead. Selene lost her voice, her face and her child who she believed was dead at birth in jail. Somebody wanted her to go permanently. The job was nearly done by a gang attack, but was rescued by billionaire Ronan Blackwood, who is the best friend of her husband, and provided her with a new name, a new face, and a second life. Now Selene is willing to reclaim all the things that had been stolen. With a new name she comes back to the music world and reveals the lies, the betrayal, and the secrets that took her to the hell. Her revenge, however, reveals a bigger truth, that her son is alive, and he has lived under her roof all along. As she struggles to seek justice and reclaim her life, she begins to feel something she has never anticipated, that is, love, comfort, and security in the arms of Ronan. Her past tried to bury her. Her opponents attempted to mute her. But she is done running. This is the time she will have her voice back. This time she will save her child. This time, it will be her own choice of the future.
View MoreLiora’s pov That night, rest slipped through my fingers like sand. Sleep never really settled in at all.Darkness brought it back, every single night. Not dreams - just words stacked into wounds. My title twisted by strangers, reshaped without asking. Gone, as if I’d never claimed it.As soon as light touched the sky, I was already moving.I started calling.That’s where I started, with the one who handled most of the tracks.Later came the person helping run things for the record company.Later came a pair of outside contributors meant to wrap up songs for the expanded version.A ring came through, stopped only when the machine picked up.Next came someone working support, saying they couldn’t talk because they were stuck in a conference callA hand lifted the third one, yet paused just so a voice could promise they’d return shortlySoon.My stomach turned at just hearing it.Back and forth across the floor, I held the phone tight, stuck inside four walls that didn’t care where I pa
Selene’s pov From my laptop screen, I saw it all happen, silent the whole time.Liora’s name had spread far without warning.More like quiet than joyful.Nothing like what she had hoped for.It was messy.Fast.Uncontrolled.Open tabs spilled across the screen - news here, chatter there, numbers ticking somewhere else. All of it hummed together, too fast, like wires sparking under pressure.These days, my response isn’t what it once was.Not with shock.Not with hesitation.I just observed.Fear began to show through Liora’s public appearances. Interviews felt strained, somehow. Words came out clipped. Smiles didn’t reach her eyes. Each gesture seemed measured.Twice now, I’ve gone back to watch that latest moment she showed up on screen.Fingers trembling just a bit as the microphone touched her hand.One small thing made it clear. What mattered stood out without more proof.Back I leaned, the chair tipping slightly as fingers snapped the clip shut.Far off near the wall, Ronan tapp
Liora’s pov Before the alarm sounded, I opened my eyes. That morning began without its usual call. For reasons beyond my choice. Beside me, the phone kept jumping across the wood surface. A constant shake that never quite quit. It started like any other day - alerts popping up, people saying they liked the new tracks, reminders tied to the record release. Then something felt off. Yet still, the shaking carried on. It kept going. Again and again. Half caught in slumber, I stretched toward it without rising all the way. A sudden glow came from the display. Dozens of alerts. Then hundreds. The air in my lungs turned heavy right away. Up I sat in bed, then tapped the screen to unlock it. A bright screen caught my eye right away. It showed a post from a well-known site that covers shows and stars. Beneath my ribs, a hollow plunge began, long before the last word came into view. I clicked it. The article loaded. Slowly. Too slowly. Cold crept into my f
Selene’s pov After shutting the laptop, the phrases still played inside my head. Though the device was off, letters lingered behind my eyes. What appeared briefly refused to fade completely. Screen gone dark, yet thoughts stayed lit. Even in silence, lines echoed without asking. The moment ended, but pieces stuck around. Not much said - still, it held on. “You’re not the only one hunting her.” Staring at the coffee, gone cold now, thoughts stuck on that one thing again. Ronan stayed nearby, quiet too, both of us just there without words. Not peaceful - this hush pressed harder than noise ever could. Out of nowhere, it snapped. “This changes everything,” I said. For a moment, Ronan stayed silent. Near the window he stood, eyes fixed on the road beneath, as if sorting through thoughts too heavy to name. His arms were folded tight across his chest. Only later did he turn my way. “It doesn’t change everything,” he said calmly. “It adds noise.” A small laugh slipped out.
Selene’s POVI didn’t reply to the comment.I believe that the original singer is alive.I only gazed at it a few seconds and the replies accumulated beneath it. People were already debating, questioning, challenging theories. I might intervene, control it, bend it a little as I had been doing all
Written from Selene’s POVThe sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand woke me up. Another message. My heart jumped. The past few days had taught me to expect the unexpected yet the anticipation of the moment made my stomach churn.The email preview showed only: "Check your inbox. It’s important
Selene’s POV I slept little that night.My mind was not ready to settle after the notification was posted on my phone. I slept in bed hours and hours watching the ceiling re-enacting the moment. The demo file had been seen by somebody. The account was accessible to someone.That is what I kept in
Selene’s POV“When we get home.” Came my reply.The ride back home was silent.One hand of Ronan was on the steering wheel and the other was lying at ease in a position close to the gear shift. The car windows were flashing with the city lights passing by and then becoming invisible in the darknes
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