My Runaway Groom Came Back I Became His Aunt! novel Chapter 51

Chapter 8

Just then, someone yanked me backward with brutal force.

Kristen had followed us without anyone noticing. Her eyes carried fury as she screamed. “Nina, you really can’t stop

stealing, can you?!”

“First you stole my piano score, now you’re stealing my husband. You want fame? Fine, I’ll help you!”

She whipped out her phone and opened a livestream.

“I don’t care if you’re Chance’s wife! You dare steal my man? I’ll ruin you!”

Chance’s expression darkened. He kicked her hard to the ground and aimed his gun at her head. “Touch my wife again

and see what happens. You must have a death wish.”

Kristen burst out laughing, manic and hysterical.

“I’m Kristen Hart, the prodigy pianist! The hottest Broadway darling right now! I have tens of millions of fans! I’d like to

see you try anything while I’m live!”

But her gloating froze as soon as she glanced at the screen. “W-what? Why is there no signal?!”

Chance looked down at her coldly. “If the Torvani family can’t handle something this small, then it couldn’t call itself the

Torvani family.”

Kristen’s eyes widened in disbelief. Of course, without real power, Chance could never be the mafia king he was.

But none of that mattered to me right now. Only Maggie mattered. She shouldn’t have to see adults tear each other

apart.

I hugged her tightly and pushed Chance’s gun down. “Let’s go home. Their punishment can wait.”

As I stepped away, Deacon suddenly let out a sigh behind me. “Nina… I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t stop walking.

Deacon stared at me, stunned. “Nina… you’ve changed.”

It wasn’t that I had changed. He had simply become irrelevant. Whether I cared or not was only a sentence. But he

would never again be part of my world.

When Deacon tried to follow me, Chance abruptly released my hand, turned, and punched him square in the face.

“This punch is for Nina. And if you ever bother my wife or my daughter again. I’ll erase you from Boston. Understood?

A few days later, Luminous Melody, the piano reality show, officially premiered.

As the program’s secret judge, the producers had disguised me as a stage technician, alming for a dramatic reveal. It was

one of the show’s biggest selling points.

On opening day, the auditorium was packed to capacity.

I wore simple work clothes with a hat and mask, quietly tuning the piano near the edge of the stage. Kristen, seated

proudly at the judges’ table, acted as though she owned the place.

Recording began. The first contestant walked onstage. Just as they prepared to play. Kristen suddenly stood up, staring at

me like she’d seen a ghost.

“Wait. Her voice was shrill. “Who is that tuner?”

The director rushed over. “Kristen, she’s a professional we hired-

Before he could finish, Kristen stormed onto the stage and tore away my anonymity with a violent, frantic hand.

“Nina?! I knew it was you!”

Audience murmurs filled the hall.

“Isn’t she the one who plagiarized Kristen years ago?”

“How dare she showing up at a piano show!”

Kristen smirked at the chaos. She stepped closer, now intoxicated by the attention.

“Everyone, this is the woman who stole my original composition! She’s spiteful and jealous, always sabotaging others!”

The crowd grew aggressive, shouting insults, calling me shameless and jealous, even demanding to arrest me for

sabotage.

Backstage, the director frantically signaled for her to stop, but Kristen mistook it for praise and grew bolder. She

suddenly yanked off my gloves.

I didn’t react in time. The scars on my hands flashed under the bright stage lights.

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