Seven years unknown,one rise renowned

For seven years, Owen Pierce worked as a tuning assistant at the Winslow Manor. Every lyric and melody he composed was stolen and claimed by Sullivan Vane, who basked in the spotlight as a celebrated genius songwriter. Owen harbored a secret seven-year crush on Lyra. He even took a knife strike for her, yet all he received in return was a cold label of “freak” from her. Eventually, Celeste drove him out of the manor with a check, stripping him of everything he had devoted to. Left with no way out, Owen accepted Malcolm Draven’s offer and underwent rigorous, high-intensity training in Europe for three years. He completely buried his past identity as Owen: logging off all social accounts, practicing sixteen hours a day to polish his skills, and reborn as the mysterious and formidable top producer Pierce in the music industry. Three years later, he made a stunning return. At a private banquet, he coldly snubbed Celeste’s flattering attempts, publicly humiliating the woman who once cast him aside. At the SoundWave launch event, he released a lullaby with a hidden audio watermark he had preserved for three years, leaving Sullivan speechless and exposed on live stream. He further humiliated Celeste with harsh terms: a 100-million-yuan production fee, full copyright credits exclusively for Pierce, and a total ban on Lyra’s cooperation with Sullivan. Long after Owen’s departure, Lyra gradually uncovered the full truth. She found his original manuscripts in an iron box, discovered his hidden words on the back of tour posters, retrieved his cloud disk records, and finally recognized the familiar back figure who had shielded her from the knife in the old surveillance footage. She flew to Iceland, wrote fourteen sincere and unpolished demos, and sent them to Owen, and publicly confessed on live television that the hit song Flash was entirely Owen’s creation. Yet when Lyra stood before the redeemed, powerful Owen to atone for her mistakes, he only asked her a piercing question: “If I were still the steward’s son instead of Pierce, would you have told the truth to the world tonight?” Lost for words, Lyra was frozen in silence. Having fulfilled his revenge, Owen felt no joy but utter weariness. In the dead of night, he sat before the grand piano and played Unknown, his very first song written seven years ago. He revised the suspended dominant seventh chord at the end of the original manuscript into a steady, resolute tonic chord, closing the chapter of his painful past. As he put on his headphones and listened to Lyra’s sincere demos from Iceland, his fingers tapped gently to the beat—marking the start of a brand-new melody for his life.