Chapter 198
Chapter 198:
Sonya scanned it, and her stomach dropped. The songs were exactly the same. Even worse, Yera had posted it first.
But why hadn’t she heard anything about this before? Yera was a huge star with a massive following, so how had no one talked about it until now?
Was it because Sonya’s performance had gone viral, and Yera had jumped on the chance to accuse her of stealing? But wait—wasn’t this song written by that troublemaker Yelena? How was it suddenly Yera’s?
What in the world was going on here?
Sonya’s mind was spinning out of control, barely able to hold onto any coherent thoughts.
But there was no time to waste. She couldn’t afford to let this slip through her fingers—the competition was her golden ticket to fame. Then it hit her—Yelena.
Yes, she had stolen the song from Yelena. Now that the trouble had surfaced, it was time to hold Yelena accountable.
At first, Sonya had believed the song was Yelena’s own creation. She’d been so impressed by it that she decided to use it secretly for the competition.
Though she’d had some doubts, the fact that no one had heard the song before gave her the confidence to move forward.
But who could have guessed that, with the song suddenly gaining traction, all this drama would come crashing down?
Could it be that Yelena had set her up on purpose? What other explanation was there for such a perfect storm of bad timing?
No matter what, someone had to pay for this, and Sonya was determined it would be Yelena.
She paced the floor, her nerves on edge, her mind racing with frustration.
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When Jonathan and Tatiana walked in, their faces were stormy, carrying the weight of a bad day.
Tatiana, in particular, looked crushed. She had been boasting about her daughter’s success to anyone who would listen.
Ever since Sonya had started making a name for herself, Tatiana had been strutting around, practically crowing about her daughter’s big break.
But today, when she’d met some friends for coffee and mentioned Sonya’s excellent performance in the competition, she was met with snickers and whispers behind her back.
Confused, she finally found out the truth—Sonya was being accused of plagiarism.
How could this be? Didn’t Sonya write the song herself? How could it be called stealing?
Panic set in, and Tatiana quickly called Jonathan. The two of them rushed home in a hurry, their worry mounting with each passing minute.
They found Sonya in the living room, tugging at her hair in frustration, her eyes wide with distress. The tension in the room was thick.
Jonathan, already weighed down by problems at work, couldn’t mask the irritation in his voice as he spoke.
“Sonya, what the hell is going on? Didn’t you say you wrote that song? How did it turn into a plagiarism scandal p>
Sonya looked up at him, her face a picture of hurt and confusion. “Dad, I don’t know either. I found the song in Yelena’s room and thought it was really good, so… I used it. But I never thought something like this would happen. I thought it was Yelena’s work, but now it’s somehow being claimed by Yera. I don’t get it p>