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After being exposed for plagiarizing the fake young master's song, I was dragged into an abandoned factory by over a dozen hate-crazed fans and brutally tortured.
When I was finally rescued, my throat had been carved open, my vocal cords sliced out, and my fingers and legs were twisted and deformed.
My parents, both legendary pop stars, pulled every string they could, vowing to bring those who hurt me to justice.
My CEO sister frantically contacted the world's top medical teams to treat me.
Outside the operating room, my mother's hesitant voice drifted in.
"Although Xavion was wrong to plagiarize Nolan's work, isn't this punishment too extreme?"
Dad snorted coldly, "He brought this on himself! Ten years ago when we found him, we let him steal so much of Nolan's affection. He still wasn't satisfied, always trying to one-up Nolan, and now he's even plagiarizing Nolan's songs!"
My sister chimed in, "Exactly! He's already the true young master we welcomed back into the Brown family, yet he still uses underhanded means to oppress Nolan. This time we must teach him a lesson, so Nolan can win the Grammy smoothly. As for Xavion, just give him a dog's vocal cords. As long as he can talk, it's fine!"
The pain nearly tore me apart as tears slid from the corners of my eyes.When John first pledged to make amends to my family, I never imagined he'd be this cruel to me for the sake of a fake young master.
It was clearly John who plagiarized my work, yet they chose to believe his side of the story and destroy me.
I don't want this family anymore.

When the Tide Recedes, Love Remains Elusive

The following moments were filled with everyone gathering around John to congratulate him on his achievement, while secretly casting disdainful glances and speculative looks in my direction.


As our parents and sister greeted friends, realizing I was causing them embarrassment, my sister approached me.


"The evening sea breeze is strong, Xavion. Why don't I push you inside to rest?" she suggested.


Before her hand could touch my wheelchair, John intercepted.


"Sis, go tend to our guests. I'll take my brother back to his room!"


I wanted to refuse but couldn't produce any sound.


John wheeled me to a room around the corner.


Inside, smoke swirled as over a dozen masked men stared at us menacingly.


John pushed me into their midst, grinning sinisterly.


"Xavion, don't think playing the victim will help you turn things around. You'll never outdo me!"


"You don't know yet, do you? The doctor sister had you see? They replaced your vocal cords with a dog's! Hahaha!"


Chapter 5