Chapter 189: The Song of Secrets

Christopher’s POV:

I couldn’t shake my doubts. “But the first half of the song was composed by me.” How could Harmony possibly have built on my work? “Besides, I’ve never taken this track outside my office. How would anyone have had access to it?”

Siete gave me a look as though weighing his words carefully. After a moment, he finally said, “That’s a question only Harmony can answer.”

Caesar chimed in. “If that’s the case, this is easy to resolve. We just need Harmony to clarify things personally. The misunderstanding will be cleared up, and the accusations of plagiarism will disappear.”

I glanced at Siete, my expression serious. “It’s not going to be that simple.”

Siete smiled faintly. “Maybe it’s not as complicated as you think. Perhaps she just wanted to help you.”

His words left me baffled. I had no idea what he was implying.

Siete continued, “Leave this to me. I’ll find a way to convince Harmony to come forward and clarify. You should focus on handling the PR fallout. Harmony’s fans are notoriously aggressive. It’s critical to minimize the damage as much as possible.”

Caesar nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the PR side.”

With that, Siete turned and left. After they both departed, the spacious office felt eerily quiet, with just me inside. I stared out the window, Siete’s words still echoing in my mind. Why would Harmony write a song for me? As far as I could recall, we had no connection. And most importantly, how did Harmony even access the first half of my composition? It felt like a tangled web of mysteries I couldn’t unravel.

Hayley’s POV:

I never imagined that casually modifying Christopher’s track would create such a huge mess for him. Now, the only way to fix this problem is for me to step forward as Harmony and clear the air. But…

I pulled out my phone, hesitating to log into Harmony’s official account. It had been years since I last accessed it. I was afraid of seeing the messages from fans who had been waiting for me. Even more, I dreaded confronting my past, the parts of myself I had buried and didn’t want to face. The courage to deal with those lingering pieces of my history just wasn’t there.

“Hayley, the school’s out. Why are you still here?” Christine’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly stashed my phone and stood up. “I’m heading out now. Let’s go together.”

Christine nodded. Once I had packed my things, we left the classroom side by side.

“Christine, have you heard about the accusations against Christopher for plagiarism?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

Christine gave me a puzzled glance. “Hayley; you never mention Hubby. Why the sudden interest?”

I kept my tone steady. “I saw it trending online and got curious.” That explanation seemed to satisfy her, and she didn’t press further. She had heard about the scandal but didn’t seem too concerned. Her mood was surprisingly upbeat.

“Hubby would never plagiarize,” she said with complete confidence.

I turned to look at her. “You’re that sure about him?”

She nodded without hesitation. “He’s my idol, my everything! When I decided to become his fan, I knew loving him meant trusting him unconditionally. And trust is the foundation of love. His character is beyond reproach, so I’ve always believed in him.”

Her words echoed in my mind, each one striking a chord. At that moment, I found myself envying Christopher. To have someone who believes in him without a shadow of a doubt – what a rare and precious thing. As the alpha of the Shadow Pack, I’d been raised to be cautious and skeptical of others. Aside from my wolf, Hera, I wasn’t sure if anyone trusted me with that same blind faith.

“You’re right. He’s not that kind of person,” I finally said, my mind settling on a decision.

By then, we’d reached the school gates. Christine waved at me. “See you tomorrow, Hayley!”

I waved back with a smile. “See you tomorrow!”

After we parted ways, I pulled out my phone again. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I logged into my old account, watching as countless notifications piled up – 999+ over and over. Ignoring the flood of messages, I went straight to the editor and began typing a post at lightning speed.

“Harmony, I’ve been waiting for you,” Siete’s voice suddenly interrupted from behind me.