Reborn as the Billionaires Secret Wife

The silent drop

Selene’s POV

I sat up in bed and reached for my phone immediately.

There were already notifications waiting.

Too many.

My stomach tightened as I unlocked the screen and started scrolling.

Music forums.

Discussion threads.

I received notifications from the anonymous accounts that I created the previous night.

Something was happening.

I opened the first link.

The forum was a small music community. The platform did not rank among major sites but it had developed a reputation for discovering new music before it gained mainstream recognition.

A new thread had been created overnight.

The title made my breath stop.

“Leaked Demo vs Liora Voss Album – Same Song?”

The thread contained an audio clip which someone had shared.

I pressed play.

The audio started.

My voice.

The scheduled file did not match with this recording.

But still mine.

The audio quality showed slight differences because it had undergone re-recording and compression yet the artist recognizable elements remained intact.

The song belonged to me.

I sat there frozen, listening to it play.

“This isn’t possible,” I whispered.

I opened my scheduled post.

The content remained in its original state.

The content remained in its original state.

The content remained in its original state until Liora’s album promotion day.

Which meant one thing.

Another user uploaded a distinct file version.

I scrolled through the comments.

Users were already arguing.

“This sounds exactly like her new track.”

“No way, Liora wouldn’t steal music.”

“The demo sounds older though.”

“This is probably fake.”

“Where did this even come from?”

Someone had made the first move.

Not me.

I felt a mix of frustration and something else.

Opportunity.

I could prove Liora wrong because people already doubted her credibility.

But I had to be careful.

Too much too fast could backfire.

I got out of bed quickly and went downstairs with my phone still in my hand. Ronan was already in the kitchen, reading something on his tablet.

“You’re up early,” he said without looking up.

“Someone leaked a demo,” I said immediately.

He looked up at me.

“Which one?”

I replied, “Not mine.” The scheduled version is not the one I sent.

Ronan frowned slightly.

“Someone else has obtained your recording access rights.”

“I know.”

I approached the counter and opened my laptop.

I will not wait any longer, I stated.

Ronan watched me carefully.

“What are you planning?”

“I’m testing the reaction,” I replied.

I used one of my temporary accounts to access a different social media site.

This site had a larger user base.

If any content gained attention here, it would rapidly disseminate through the network.

I selected one short snippet from my demo files.

Not the full song.

The clip showed the song's melody and lyrics distinctively.

I uploaded the file.

I uploaded the file.

I only shared the audio file.

I pressed post.

My heart pounded as I sat back.

Ronan crossed his arms.

“And now we wait,” he said.

“Yes,” I replied.

I waited for the heart rate to decrease after rapid heartbeat increase throughout the day.

The first response arrived within three minutes.

Someone commented:

“This sounds like Liora’s track.”

Another user replied:

“Yeah but this sounds rough… like a demo?”

Then more comments started appearing.

“This is suspicious.”

“Where are all these demos coming from?”

“Probably fake.”

“No, listen carefully. The voice is different.”

I refreshed the page again and again.

I couldn’t stop.

Ronan noticed.

“You’re obsessing,” he said.

“I need to see how people react,” I replied.

“You will,” he said calmly. “Give it time.”

I will not give time to this matter.

I wanted control.

Within an hour, the post had gained more attention, additional comments and new users started discussing it.

Liora faced strong defense from some users.

The user claimed that she could not handle music theft responsibility.

Some people started doubting.

The demo requires more emotional depth.

I leaned closer to the screen.

This was working.

The process advanced at a gradual pace.

Doubt was forming.

The page refreshed at that moment.

The page refreshed at that moment.

The post vanished from the site.

I stopped moving.

“What?” I whispered.

I searched for it.

Nothing.

It was gone.

A notification appeared.

Your post has been flagged and temporarily removed.

The notification made my chest tighten.

“No,” I said under my breath.

Ronan stepped closer.

“What happened?”

“They took it down,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Flagged,” I said.

Ronan nodded slightly.

Certain people who need to control the story would report such circumstances according to common knowledge.

I clenched my jaw.

I will not allow this to block my progress.

I quickly logged out and switched to another burner account.

Then another.

Then another.

I re-uploaded the same snippet.

I made minor adjustments to the audio content.

I posted the content across all my accounts.

Ronan watched silently.

“You’re escalating,” he said.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good,” he said.

The snippet began to spread throughout the network within an hour.

The network started to experience a higher volume of users who began to share their own posts.

The conversation was growing faster now.

Harder to control.

The situation progressed as I wished.

I refreshed one of the threads.

A new comment appeared.

This time from a verified account.

The checkmark became visible to me immediately.

I breathed slower.

A music critic.

Someone with influence.

I read the comment slowly.

“This sounds more authentic than Liora’s version…”

I froze.

My heart skipped.

The replies came instantly.

“Wait, seriously?”

“You think so?”

“I hear it too…”

“The emotion is different.”

I leaned back in my chair.

That comment changed everything.

The users who reacted to the content were no longer random people.

Someone respected had noticed.