ManyWriters

A high-society wedding broadcast worldwide.
My childhood sweetheart broke our seven-year promise, proposing to Melody, a girl from an underprivileged background, right in front of everyone.
Just as I became the laughingstock of the entire city, on the verge of a breakdown and despair,
My usually cold and aloof adoptive brother, Cort, publicly married me right after the wedding.
I thought he was my saving grace, and I fell deeper and deeper under his unwavering devotion over the next five years.
Until I accidentally overheard a conversation between two people:
"Is it really worth sacrificing yourself by marrying someone you don't love, all for Melody's sake?"
"We agreed from the start: whoever Melody chooses, the other one would marry Serenity."
"I'd do anything as long as Melody can be happy."
Only then did I realize that this marriage of redemption was nothing but a thorough conspiracy from the very beginning.
Two acts performed by old acquaintances, with Melody as the sole protagonist.
I personally orchestrated a kidnapping.
Watching Cort and Zoran rush towards Melody, I smiled as I pressed the detonator.
For the rest of my life, I hope to have no more entanglements with any of you.

A Global Wedding Broadcast

"Reacquainting ourselves, my name is Serenity, and I'm a songwriter and composer."


"I'm here to formally accuse Ms. Melody of plagiarizing my work from six years ago, 'Remembrance,' in her new song 'Love is a Battlefield.'"


[What? Is Melody really that low? Not only stealing someone's husband but also their work?]


[Damn, Melody and Cort, they're like parasites feeding off others!]


Cort felt the piercing stares of everyone in the hospital, making his skin crawl.


Zoran let out another curse, "Fuck, even dead she's still causing trouble!"


"What proof does she have? She's just running her mouth!"


But the next moment, the voice from the video silenced him completely.


Serenity revealed the original manuscript of "Remembrance," its yellowed pages and slightly smudged ink strokes.


Every detail spoke of the songwriter's sorrow at the time.


Someone compared this manuscript to the one Melody had shown at her concert.


Chapter 6