I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 69

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday**
by Asa Rowan Flint

**Chapter 69**

Jora’s triumph stood as a shining beacon of their relentless dedication, and the mere thought of it sent a thrilling wave of exhilaration rippling through the fans gathered in the hall. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and joy.

“It seems like everyone has already pieced together the identity of contestant number eight,” the host’s clear and confident voice resonated throughout the venue, cutting through the excited murmurs. “That’s right! Our contestant number eight is none other than Liora!”

A chorus of gasps and whispers swept through the crowd, as if a shared secret had been unveiled. “Perhaps you’ve heard some whispers, but let me assure you, they hold truth. Liora will grace us with her presence at this competition and claim the championship trophy!”

With pride swelling in his chest, the host continued, “I am thrilled to announce that those rumors are indeed accurate—Liora’s true identity will be unveiled right here, in this very competition!”

As the host concluded his speech, a tidal wave of applause crashed over the hall, drowning out all other sounds.

The fans erupted into ecstatic screams, their voices so powerful it felt as though they could tear the roof off the building. Many were overwhelmed, tears streaming down their faces, their eyes glistening with emotion.

Their faith in the artistic realm had finally been validated—Liora’s true visage was on the verge of being revealed!

No longer would they have to chase after the name “Liora”; they were about to witness the person behind the legend!

In that fervent moment, Celine let go of her carefully curated high-society facade, her voice rising above the crowd as she shouted Liora’s name with unrestrained joy, disregarding her usual composure.

Sophie, however, stood transfixed, her gaze locked on the screen, her bloodshot eyes betraying the turmoil within her.

This should have been a moment of shared celebration between her and her fans. Yet, a dark shadow loomed over her heart, for she felt the piercing sting of betrayal. Who was the real imposter, the one who had snatched away the glory that was rightfully hers?

Through her tear-blurred vision, a graceful figure began to materialize from behind the curtain.

Dressed in a stunning white princess gown, Liora appeared, her raven-black hair elegantly styled into a high bun, adorned with a sparkling diamond crown that caught the light beautifully.

With Liam by her side, she strode confidently to the center of the stage, exuding an aura of poise and grace.

She bowed deeply to the audience, her voice ringing out with clarity as she spoke, “Hello, everyone. I am Liora.”

“And you may also know me by another name: Lena!”

In that instant, the hall erupted into a cacophony of unprecedented screams, as if the very walls were shaking with the intensity of their excitement.

“Lena is my cousin’s classmate! She’s the Liora I’ve admired all along!”

“I can’t believe I’m seeing Liora in the flesh! This feels like a dream!”

“I never imagined I would witness Liora reveal her true identity in my lifetime! As a devoted fan for three years, I’m about to burst into tears!”

“From observing Liora’s creations, I always envisioned her as this cool, untouchable figure, but now I see she’s a sweet, delicate little cake! I’m going to be a massive fan of this unexpected contrast!”

Liam stood below, watching the crowd rally in support of Liora, a smile playing on his lips.

At that moment, the true identity of Liora seemed irrelevant. What mattered was that the fans embraced Lena as Liora—this was enough for him!

But Sophie couldn’t shake the feeling of fury that bubbled within her. Liam’s intentions were painfully clear.

He wanted Lena to take her place as Liora!

A sharp pain seized Sophie’s chest, and she felt the metallic taste of blood rising in her throat.

Her gaze remained fixed on Lena and Liam, standing together on the podium, and the suffocating weight of despair threatened to pull her under.

It was over. This time, it was truly over!

All the years of her hard work had been snatched away in an instant by someone else’s ambition.

She had envisioned winning the championship, proudly bringing the trophy home to show her parents that she was more than just the lovesick girl they believed her to be. She wanted to prove she could be a daughter they could be proud of.

But now, all of that hope lay shattered…

His eyes hardened, and his voice turned dangerously cold. “So there is something more important to do…”

Meanwhile, outside the Grand Theater, Lena stood proudly as she received the championship trophy from the host.

“Now, let’s hear a few words from Liora,” the host announced, and the audience erupted into applause once more, their enthusiasm palpable.

Lena stepped forward to take the microphone, and the crowd fell into a hushed silence, as if they had been trained to do so.

“I’m incredibly happy to be here and deeply honored to have won the Starlight Cup championship,” she began, her voice steady.

“Since I entered the design world as Liora, I have been showered with love and support from all of you.”

“Meeting each and every one of you has been a tremendous fortune, and I am truly honored to have earned your admiration.”

In the audience, whispers began to circulate.

“Is she really Liora? I feel like her personality doesn’t match the kind of person who could create designs like Liora’s.”

“I’ve been thinking the same. Liora’s work has always been imbued with immense ambition, yet when I look into Lena’s eyes, I see someone merely trying to please others. This behavior doesn’t seem like Liora at all.”

As these murmurs reached the ears of Lena’s fans, they immediately sprang to her defense.

“What do you know? Lena is currently attending the best art academy in the country. She’s a straight-A student who receives a scholarship every year. If she’s not Liora, then what about someone like Sophie, who only knows how to imitate others?”

Celine, hearing this, felt a surge of anger rise within her, realizing how easily she had almost forgotten about Sophie.

“Liora, may I say something?” Celine’s tone softened as she addressed Lena, her eyes gleaming with determination.

Lena smiled graciously. “Of course.”

Celine seized the microphone, standing tall. “Liora, not only did Sophie buy fake votes, but she also seriously copied your designs…”