MasukJason sat alone inside the empty practice room long after everyone had left. The applause Ethan had received still echoed in his ears, and every clap felt like a slap across his face. For years, Ethan had remained in the shadows while Jason basked in praise that wasn't truly his. Now, for the first time, the spotlight had shifted, and Jason hated every second of it.
He slammed his fist onto the piano keys, producing a harsh, discordant sound.
"This isn't over," he muttered.
"I won't let you ruin everything."
That evening, Richard Blake was waiting in the living room when Ethan returned home.
"I received a call from Professor Morris," Richard said without looking up from his newspaper.
Ethan paused.
"Did something happen?"
"He said your performance today was impressive."
Ethan was surprised. His father rarely mentioned anything positive about him.
Richard folded the newspaper and looked at him for a moment.
"I didn't know you had improved this much."
Before Ethan could answer, the front door opened.
Jason walked in carrying a gift bag and immediately smiled.
"Uncle Richard, I brought your favorite coffee."
Richard's face brightened instantly.
"You always know how to make my day."
Ethan quietly watched the scene unfold.
Nothing had changed.
One compliment for him had been enough.
One gift from Jason erased it completely.
As they sat down for dinner, Jason casually brought up the upcoming auditions.
"I heard Ethan played well today."
Richard nodded.
"Professor Morris mentioned it."
Jason smiled warmly at Ethan.
"I'm proud of you."
"Keep working hard."
"You'll get there someday."
The words sounded encouraging, but Ethan recognized them for what they really were.
A reminder that Jason still believed he was ahead.
Ethan simply smiled.
"I'll do my best."
After dinner, Jason insisted on helping Richard organize some old documents in the study.
Ethan quietly returned to his room.
The hidden camera was still recording.
Before going to bed, he checked the footage from earlier that afternoon.
Nothing unusual.
Then, around seven o'clock, while everyone had been downstairs...
His bedroom door slowly opened.
Jason stepped inside.
Ethan's heartbeat quickened.
Jason walked directly toward the bookshelf.
He searched quickly and confidently, as though he already knew where everything should be.
Finding nothing, he moved to the desk.
His eyes landed on Ethan's latest notebook.
A slow smile spread across his face.
"There you are," Jason whispered.
He carefully opened it.
Inside was the new melody Ethan had performed that morning.
Jason took out his phone.
Click.
Click.
Click.
He photographed every single page before placing the notebook exactly where he had found it.
Then he quietly left the room.
Ethan paused the video.
His expression remained calm.
This time...
Jason had stolen exactly what Ethan wanted him to steal.
Because the notebook wasn't the original.
The genuine manuscript had already been sealed inside a fireproof folder hidden beneath the loose floorboard.
Every page had been signed, dated, and witnessed by Professor Morris two days earlier under the pretense of reviewing Ethan's progress.
Jason didn't know that.
He believed he had once again stolen Ethan's future.
The next week, Harmony School announced a special showcase where the top students would perform their original compositions before teachers, parents, and several invited music producers.
Participation was optional.
Jason immediately signed his name.
So did Ethan.
The announcement spread through the school like wildfire.
Students whispered excitedly.
"Jason and Ethan are both performing."
"This is going to be interesting."
"I wonder whose song will be better."
Lily found Ethan in the library later that afternoon.
"You know everyone is comparing you to Jason now."
Ethan smiled faintly.
"They've always compared us."
"Yes," Lily replied, "but this time they're actually curious about you."
She hesitated before adding, "Just... be careful."
"Why?"
"I saw Jason leaving the teachers' office yesterday."
"He looked angry."
Before Ethan could ask another question, Professor Morris entered the library.
"Ethan, could I speak with you?"
He followed the professor into the hallway.
Professor Morris closed the door behind them.
"I've been judging competitions for nearly thirty years," he said quietly.
"I've learned to recognize genuine talent."
Ethan remained silent.
The professor continued.
"Your music has something rare."
"But talent attracts jealousy."
"I don't know what's happening between you and Jason..."
"...but protect your work."
Ethan looked at him in surprise.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Professor Morris sighed.
"Because years ago, someone stole one of my compositions before I became a teacher."
"I never managed to prove it."
"I don't want history to repeat itself."
For a moment, Ethan couldn't speak.
He wasn't alone.
Someone else understood the pain of having their dreams stolen.
He bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, Professor."
As Ethan walked away, he didn't notice the figure standing around the corner.
Jason.
He had heard enough of the conversation to realize one frightening truth.
Professor Morris trusted Ethan.
And if that trust continued to grow...
Jason's carefully built lies would eventually come crashing down.
For the first time in years, fear crept into Jason's heart.
He could no longer rely on simply stealing Ethan's music.
He would have to destroy Ethan himself.
The drive to the old Blake estate took nearly two hours. Nobody spoke much. Ethan sat in the back seat with Jason while Victor drove. The farther they traveled from the city, the quieter the roads became.Ethan kept staring at the map on his phone.The red symbol hadn't disappeared.Whatever was waiting for them was still there.Jason finally broke the silence.Do you really think your mother's archive is inside the estate?Ethan nodded.She wouldn't have hidden it somewhere obvious.Victor glanced at them through the mirror.Your mother trusted that estate more than any place in the city.Why?Because your grandfather built it himself.Ethan frowned.What was it originally used for?Victor was silent for a moment.A safe house.For the family.The car eventually turned onto a narrow road surrounded by trees. At the end stood a huge iron gate covered in rust.Victor stopped the car.The gate was slightly open.Jason looked at it.Someone has been here.Ethan stepped out.The estate st
The hall remained silent after Adrian was taken away. Ethan stood beside the piano, staring at the words on the screen.BACKUP LOCATION: UNKNOWN.He knew what that meant.The Wolf Society had lost one battle, but the war was far from over.Victor walked toward him.Ethan, we need to leave.Ethan turned.Why?Because Adrian wasn't the only Gatekeeper.Ethan's expression hardened.You knew?Victor nodded.I suspected it.Jason approached them.Then who else is involved?Victor looked toward the audience.Look around.Ethan followed his gaze.The hall was filled with executives, musicians, teachers, journalists, and powerful people. Some were already leaving. Others were pretending they hadn't seen anything.Victor lowered his voice.The Society has been operating for decades. Adrian was only one part of it.Ethan looked at the stage.Then what was the point of exposing him?To make them believe the Gatekeeper was defeated.Ethan's eyes narrowed.So someone wanted Adrian to be caught.Ex
The entire hall fell into chaos.People screamed as the doors refused to open. Security guards rushed toward the exits, but the electronic locks remained sealed.Ethan stood frozen on the stage, staring at Adrian.You were the Gatekeeper.Adrian's face was emotionless.Yes.Jason shook his head in disbelief.You used me.Adrian looked at him.You were useful.Those words broke something inside Jason.All those years... you made me steal Ethan's music.I gave you opportunities you never deserved.Jason clenched his fists.You promised my family would be safe.And I kept my promise until you became a problem.Richard suddenly struggled against the man holding him.Ethan looked at his father.Dad!Richard shouted back.Don't come near me!Adrian raised the gun.Ethan, listen carefully. Whatever happens, don't give him the original music.Adrian smiled.It's too late.Ethan frowned.Why?Because the final composition is alrehady inside the system.Adrian pointed toward the screens.Your m
Ethan stared at the message on the screen. His father's life was being used against him, and tomorrow's competition was no longer about winning. It was a trap.I won't cancel the performance, Ethan said.Everyone turned toward him.Victor frowned.If you perform that song, they may kill your father.Ethan looked at him.And if I don't, they will continue hurting people.Adrian stepped closer.We need another plan.Ethan nodded.Exactly.Jason looked at him.What are you thinking?Ethan walked toward the computer and studied the warning.They want me afraid. They expect me to cancel the performance and destroy the evidence.Victor shook his head.Then what will you do?Ethan smiled faintly.I'll give them exactly what they expect.The next morning, the competition hall was packed. Students, parents, journalists, music executives, and hundreds of fans filled the seats. Cameras were everywhere.Ethan stood backstage, staring at the curtains.His hands were calm.His heart wasn't.Jason a
Ethan stared at the door, unable to move. His grandfather was supposed to be dead, yet the man standing outside had just called him grandson. Adrian stepped closer to Ethan and whispered that they needed to leave through the window, but Ethan shook his head.I need to see him.You don't know what he wants, Adrian warned.Neither do you.Ethan walked toward the door.Victor's voice came again.Ethan, open the door. We have wasted enough time.Ethan unlocked it.The door opened slowly.An elderly man stood in the hallway wearing a dark coat. His hair was completely white, but his posture was straight and his eyes were sharp. He looked directly at Ethan.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Then Victor smiled.You look exactly like your mother.Ethan's throat tightened.Grandfather.Victor stepped inside.Everyone remained silent.His eyes moved to Adrian.You failed to keep him away from this.Adrian's expression hardened.I kept him alive.Victor looked at Mr. Grant.And you allowed th
Ethan stared at the door, unable to speak. His grandfather was dead. At least, that was what his father had told him his entire life. There had been no funeral he could remember because he had been too young, but he had grown up believing the story. Now Adrian was standing outside claiming that the man was alive.Jason looked equally shocked.How can that be possible?Adrian's voice came through the door.Because Richard was forced to lie.Ethan's hands tightened into fists.Open the door.Mr. Grant immediately shook his head.Don't.Ethan looked at him.You knew too.Mr. Grant didn't answer.That was enough.Ethan stepped toward the door, but Jason grabbed his arm.Wait.Why?Because we don't know whether Adrian is telling the truth.Ethan pulled his arm free.I need answers.He unlocked the door.Adrian stepped inside slowly and closed it behind him. He looked exhausted, and there was blood on the sleeve of his shirt.Ethan immediately noticed it.Were you attacked?Adrian nodded.B







