Blurb：
After being brutally attacked by anti-fans, Chloe Lawson awakens to the ultimate betrayal. Her own family – the legendary Lawson music dynasty – has orchestrated her downfall to clear the path for fake heiress Anna Lawson’s Golden Melody Award victory. With severed vocal cords and broken limbs, Chloe discovers the shocking truth: her parents and CEO brother deliberately delayed her surgery, preferring her crippled rather than risk her overshadowing their beloved Anna.
As the Lawsons conspire to replace her vocal cords with animal tissue, Chloe’s world shatters. The plagiarism accusations were fabricated, the torture planned, all to eliminate the true heiress. But from the operating table, a new resolve burns through the pain. Chloe Lawson will rise again – not as the victim they created, but as the avenger they never saw coming.
This intense family drama explores dark secrets, musical rivalry, and one woman’s fight to reclaim her voice against those who sought to silence her forever. Will Chloe expose Anna’s plagiarism? Can she heal enough to confront the family that sacrificed her? The battle for the Lawson legacy has just begun.
Content：
After being exposed for allegedly plagiarizing the fake heiress’ song, I was dragged by a dozen anti-fans into an abandoned factory and brutally tortured.
When I was rescued, there was a bloody hole carved into the back of my neck, my vocal cords were severed, and my fingers and legs were twisted out of shape.
My parents, both music legends, mobilized all their connections, swearing to bring those who hurt me to justice.
My CEO brother frantically contacted the world’s top medical teams to treat me.
Outside the operating room, my mother’s hesitant voice drifted in.
“Even though Chloe plagiarized Anna’s work, isn’t this punishment too harsh?”
Dad snorted coldly. “She brought this on herself! We welcomed her back ten years ago, let her take so much of the affection that belonged to Anna, and she still wasn’t satisfied, always trying to outshine her. Now she actually plagiarizes Anna’s song!”
My brother chimed in beside him. “Exactly! She’s the real heiress the Lawson family acknowledged, yet she used such underhanded tactics to bully Anna.”
“ This time, she must be taught a lesson so Anna can win the Golden Melody Award fairly. As for Chloe Lawson, just give her a dog’s vocal cords – as long as she can talk!”
Agony tore me apart, tears slid from the corners of my eyes.
The family who once vowed to make up for lost time had become this cruel to me, all for the sake of the fake heiress.
It was clearly Anna Lawson who plagiarized me, yet they chose to believe her lies and destroy me.
I didn’t want this family anymore.
…
At the operating room door, the doctor spoke with reluctance.
“Mr. Lawson, Miss Lawson’s vocal cords are severed, there’s hope for recovery if we act quickly with synthetic implants. Also, her fingers and legs… if we delay any longer, she might be permanently disabled.”
“She’s a singer who relies on her voice and hands. Shouldn’t we arrange the surgery promptly…”
Dad cut him off. “Delay it!”
Mom hesitated. “Honey, Chloe has already been punished enough. She can’t possibly attend the awards ceremony the day after tomorrow. She is our biological daughter after all. Are we really going to let her become crippled?”
My brother’s voice dripped with disdain.
“Good if she’s crippled! Without a singing voice, she won’t steal Anna’s spotlight anymore. With broken legs, she’ll stay put at home. Useless fingers mean she can’t plagiarize Anna’s songs again. The Lawsons can afford to support her for life, what’s there to fear?”
“If she had the nerve to plagiarize Anna, she should be ready for the consequences. The Golden Melody Award belongs to Anna. The future “Queen of Songwriting” should be her. Only when Chloe Lawson is completely ruined will she stop scheming to steal Anna’s glory.”
“No synthetic vocal cords. Even give her dog’s vocal cords is enough, enough to speak!”
Mom sighed and whispered instructions to the doctor.
“Give my daughter the best painkillers immediately. As for her hands and legs, just keep the injuries from worsening and make sure she isn’t in pain. My daughter has always been afraid of pain since she was little…”
Hearing this, my whole body trembled uncontrollably, tears gushed out.
What I thought was malicious harm turned out to be orchestrated by my closest family, all to clear me, the obstacle, out of Anna Lawson’s way.
But they never asked me, just took Anna’s word as gospel.
A tearing pain spread from my heart throughout my body. I stared blankly at the ceiling.
Mom, entering the operating room, noticed my bloody, trembling hands and cried out in distress.
“Chloe, it’s Mom! Are you in so much pain? Don’t be afraid, we’ll get the doctor to save you right away!”
Beside her, my brother made a call, his voice cracking with tears.
“You must find the best possible vocal cords for Chloe! Her lifelong dream can’t be destroyed!”
“Chole, don’t worry, I will catch those anti-fans and make them taste what it’s like to have their limbs broken and vocal cords ripped out!”
Dad looked at me, eyes full of guilt. “Chloe, the world’s top medical team is already on the way. Hold on…”
“When you’re better, Daddy will write a song and sing it with you, telling everyone you’re my most outstanding daughter!”
Numbly, I watched their masterful performance, struggling to type on my phone with my palm.
??[I really didn’t plagiarize Anna Lawson…]??
Blood soaked the screen. My brother quickly took my phone.
“Yes! We all believe you! Just focus on healing now!”
They nodded, but their eyes never quite met mine.
They didn’t believe me at all. That’s why they were so ruthless in destroying me.
The brother who found me ten years ago, the parents who held me sobbing, promising to make it up to me for the rest of their lives.
They were the ones who shattered my dream and cast me into this living hell.
All for that fake heiress, Anna Lawson, who basked in their adoration.
Tears blurred my vision. I couldn’t tell anymore who was truly their daughter, their true family.
I could never measure up to Anna Lawson’s place in their hearts.
In this family, there was no room for me, their actual daughter.
The doctor injected a painkiller into my IV. Looking at the horrific wound on my neck and my twisted limbs, his face showed pity.
“Miss Lawson, the specialists might arrive a bit later. Please endure it for now.”
But even the strongest painkiller couldn’t numb the agony in my heart. I sobbed, desperately biting my lips until they were bloody.
Seeing me like this, my parents’ eyes reddened with heartbreak.
My brother shoved his arm towards my mouth. “Good girl, if it hurts too much, bite me. Don’t hurt yourself.”
They acted like the most caring family, yet I felt nothing but utter despair.
When I woke again, it was already the next day.
Before the specialists arranged by my father arrived, I overheard my brother and mother talking.
“Aiden, Chloe has already been punished. Do we still need those reporters to expose her plagiarism at the hospital today? After all, we don’t have concrete proof…”
My brother sighed, his tone decisive.
“We must expose her! Her vocal cords are ruined anyway, her career is over anyway—things can’t get much worse for her! Only this will generate enough sympathy for Anna to secure the Golden Melody Award!”
“Anna grew up with us, she wouldn’t lie. Even without proof, I can find a way to testify!”
Dad instructed my brother, “When the reporters come, don’t be too protective of Chloe Lawson. Make sure she deeply understands her mistake. Let her face the full brunt of the criticism.”
My brother agreed solemnly.
I lay on the hospital bed, utterly hopeless, my tears long since dried up.
Ten years ago, my brother found me because of a singing competition video from the orphanage.
They recognized me, brought me home. I worked harder, endured more hardship than Anna Lawson, just to get into the same prestigious music academy as her.
Later, I even composed “Moonlight on the Seabed,” nominated for the Golden Melody Award.
Yet my brother believed Anna Lawson’s words, willing to commit perjury to destroy my reputation!
My heart ached unbearably. If I had known it would come to this, I would never have gone home with them back then.
Bang!
The hospital room door was flung open violently. A crowd of reporters with cameras surged in.
I lay paralyzed on the bed, helpless as they began their slander.
“Chloe Lawson, we heard you were attacked by anti-fans as punishment for plagiarizing your sister’s work. Do you admit your mistake now?”
“They cut out your vocal cords and broke your hands and legs, right? Are you going to be a mute cripple?”
A female reporter in the front row, feigning indignation, suddenly pulled back her microphone and laughed.
“Oops, forgot you can’t talk now! Well, let everyone see!”
She yanked the blanket off me, exposing my broken, twisted limbs for all to see.
“With your hands and legs broken, you probably can’t copy Anna’s songs anymore, can you?”
“Don’t be so sure. Maybe she’ll be a resilient plagiarist! Didn’t someone type with their tongue once?”
A male reporter beside her sneered with contempt.
They surrounded me, snapping photos, their disdain and mockery like sharp knives stabbing my heart.
Humiliated beyond measure, unable to speak in my defense, my swollen eyes filled with tears again.
“Chloe Lawson, even now you’re playing the victim. Aren’t you going to apologize to Anna?”
Seeing me like this, the female reporter shoved her camera into my face, starting a live broadcast.
“Renowned singer-songwriter Chloe Lawson, disabled by fan retaliation after stealing her sister Anna Lawson’s song…”
Tears blurred my vision. I wanted to hide, but found even moving was a hopeless wish.
Flashbulbs popped incessantly, capturing every humiliating detail.
“This is a private hospital! Who allowed you in here?!”
My brother stormed in, roaring as he chased them out.
Mom quickly covered me with the blanket again. Dad yelled at the reporters,
“Get out now or I’ll sue you! Get out!”
“Mr. Lawson, Mrs. Lawson, as music icons, are you choosing to shield plagiarism?”
“So biological daughter is more important than the adopted one, is that it?”
The reporters persisted. A clear, melodious voice rang out.
“Mom and Dad are pillars of integrity in the music world. Without their nurturing, I wouldn’t be here today.”
“They’ve never shown favoritism. It’s my sister who always resented their affection for me.”
Anna Lawson, dressed elegantly, parted the crowd and walked in gracefully.
Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she’d cried for hours.
“Chole, please don’t compound your mistakes. Mom and Dad are already suffering because of you. Isn’t it enough?”
“If you want the Golden Melody Award, I’ll give it to you! If you want Mom, Dad, and Aiden’s love, I’ll give it all to you!”
“Please stop doing these foolish things, okay? I can’t bear to see you like this…”
Tears streamed down her face as she knelt dramatically beside my bed.
My emotions surged. I struggled to type a line with my palm.
??[You’re lying! That song was mine! I have proof!]??
The room erupted. Reporters snapped more photos, but disbelief hung heavy in the air.
My brother yanked her up, frowning deeply.
“It’s not your fault, Anna. Don’t do this.”
He turned to me, his gaze like iron.
“Chloe, stop making excuses. I don’t want to see you go further down this wrong path.”
He whispered something to Anna Lawson.
Anna paled, biting her lip hard, shaking her head frantically.
“No, I can’t. That would completely ruin Chole’s reputation…”
“It’s come to this! If you don’t produce the evidence now, she’ll just keep stubbornly slandering you!”
My brother’s voice rose with urgency.
Everyone heard clearly. Anna Lawson apparently had irrefutable proof of my plagiarism.
My parents sighed too, urging Anna to produce it.
Under everyone’s gaze, Anna Lawson slowly pulled out several sheets of paper.
They were my original handwritten drafts!
Even the lyrics I’d crossed out were there, word for word!
Anna Lawson tearfully explained the song’s inspiration.
She knew my innermost thoughts intimately, even describing my creative process perfectly.
I stared at her in horror, only managing low, guttural sounds.
How could she know all this? Impossible!
But they gave me no chance. Reporters pressed me for my evidence.
I frantically searched my phone, only to find all my draft files gone!
In despair, my parents and brother waved the reporters away.
Mom held me, crying. “Are the guards outside dead?! How could they let them in!”
“Chloe, I’m sorry. It’s Mom and Dad’s fault for not watching properly. We’ll have Aiden block the footage they got! It doesn’t matter who wrote the song; you’re both our precious daughters!”
My heart filled with despair and bitterness.
Doesn’t matter? Then why did you destroy me for Anna Lawson’s sake?
Why let me be tortured, my reputation ruined?
And now, after achieving your goal, you put on this act of fake affection? Isn’t it nauseating?
A wave of nausea hit me. I vomited blood.
“Chloe!”
Before darkness swallowed me, I heard my parents and brother frantically calling for doctors.
“The doctors said even with new vocal cords, she’ll only manage basic speech. Singing is impossible. The delay in treating her fingers and legs… there will likely be permanent damage…”
My parents roared in fury. “Spare no expense! You must heal her!”
My brother shouted beside them, “Yes! Treat her according to the plan we discussed before!”
He held me tightly, his body warm, but I shuddered violently.
The plan discussed before? The plan to give me a dog’s vocal cords, ensuring I could never play piano or walk again?
I wanted to laugh, but darkness claimed me once more.
I woke again on the day of the awards ceremony.
My fingers and legs were bandaged, my throat wrapped in gauze.
Mom clutched my hand, her eyes misty.
“Chloe, you’re awake! The doctor says you’ll recover soon. Don’t be afraid.”
Her phone beside her was streaming the awards ceremony live.
On screen, Anna Lawson, dressed glamorously, smiled sweetly, arm-in-arm with Dad and my brother.
Seeing my expression fall, Mom quickly turned off the phone, wiping her tears.
“You must be hungry? The doctor says you can only have liquids for now. How about I get you some soup?”
I nodded. After she left, I opened my phone to watch the stream.
On screen, Dad and brother shielded Anna Lawson protectively, answering reporters’ questions firmly in her favor.
When asked about my plagiarism, they dodged vaguely, issuing a retirement statement on my behalf.
Anna Lawson stood on stage singing my song, “Moonlight on the Seabed,” her voice soaring as if she truly was the mermaid singing from the ocean depths, utterly captivating.
When the judges presented her with the award, a fresh, sharp pain lanced through my heart.
It was my work, yet not a single one of them believed me.
In her acceptance speech, Anna Lawson mentioned Dad helping polish the lyrics, and Dad smiled, confirming it.
He presented her the award himself, calling her his pride.
I bit my lip until it bled, tears falling.
These lyrics were born from my time in the orphanage, now claimed as their creation.
Even my brother told the media gravely, “Ten years ago, our family was vacationing at sea. I went surfing and got caught in a tsunami. At the brink of death, Anna jumped in, risking everything to save me. She gave me her life jacket, nearly swept away herself…”
“Anna gave me a second life. As her brother, I’ll protect her with everything I have! Let her be the happiest mermaid princess, singing freely.”
I laughed through my tears.
Anna Lawson couldn’t swim! How could she save you?
I gave you my life jacket! I was swept away and slammed against rocks, my back torn open, nearly lost forever! And that became Anna Lawson’s heroic deed?
I dried my tears and, with trembling effort, sent a message to a long-unused number.
??[Does your promise from back then still stand?]??
The reply was instant. ??[Of course. A jewel like you shouldn’t be dimmed by those who can’t see your worth. I’ve seen the news. They framed and hurt you for that adopted daughter. You don’t need to stay by their side any longer. What do you need?]??
I clumsily typed a few lines with my palm. The door opened.
Mom saw my screen and her face changed dramatically.
“Chloe, who are you messaging? Where are you going in three days?”
I closed the app and pulled up my calendar, pointing.
It clearly marked two words: ??[My Birthday.]??
Mom relaxed, stroking my head affectionately.
“Where do you want to celebrate? We’ll all go with you!”
I typed an address: the same beach where our family vacationed ten years ago.
Since it all started there, it should end there too.
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