Chapter 418

Chapter 418:
And she rose through it, crafting a new identity right under the Internet’s watchful gaze.
Reproducing something like that? Impossible. It wasn’t just good. It was unforgettable.
“Now that we know Serena is Millie, let’s walk through her five songs again.”
“‘Yesterday,’ ‘Us,’ ‘Deep Sea,’ ‘Journey,’ and ‘Sculpture.’”
“Each one hit so hard. I used to wonder what she must have been through to write songs like that. Now I get it. She is Millie.”
“Imagine standing on that stage, pouring your heart out, while Vivian judged you and Brandon sat in the crowd… for Vivian.”
“From every note, you can tell she loved him. You can hear the pain.”
“Stop. I’m getting emotional.”
“I’ve had enough. I’m going to drag Vivian.”
Across social platforms, influencers, fans, and onlookers lit up the Internet with reactions. Seville, now representing Evans Entertainment, stepped in to clear the air regarding Millie’s identity but made no move to fan the flames against Vivian. Still, some netizens, feeling manipulated and embarrassed, headed straight to Vivian’s page to stir up trouble on their own.
It was probably the backlash Vivian never expected.
The more carefully built the image, the harder it shattered. Newest update provided by (.)net
While the drama unfolded online, Millie and her friends were busy enjoying their victory banquet. Vivian wasn’t even a passing thought.
“This time, we booked a private room. No chance of Brandon crashing it again!” Charles announced proudly. He hadn’t forgotten the last time they’d tried to toast Millie’s singlehood.
Tonight, though, the mood was light. Spirits were high.
“To your win!” Charles raised his glass first, his expression full of admiration. Now that she was officially done with Brandon, maybe his window had finally opened. He’d even been working on keeping his temper in check lately.
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Still, Charles didn’t rush. He glanced at Millie’s smiling face, then looked away. If things didn’t work out, he didn’t want to lose her as a friend either.
“Congratulations, Millie!” the others joined in, raising their glasses with genuine warmth. Millie stood. She had changed out of her stage clothes and removed all her makeup. With a small smile, she lifted her glass and emptied it in one go.
“This past month has been the hardest period of my life,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears. Though she wasn’t one for dramatic speeches, her emotion was real at the moment.
“I’m thankful to every single one of you, for sticking by me, for lifting me up when I couldn’t do it myself. This victory belongs to all of us.”
Millie smiled again, quietly remembering the loneliness that had once almost crushed her. Thankfully, she wasn’t alone this time. The worst had passed. A new chapter had begun.
Everyone nodded, and Alexia rushed forward to pull her into a hug.
The road had been brutal. Every eye present teared up.
“Enough crying. Let’s eat, drink, and celebrate properly,” Millie said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “From here on out, all I want is to be happy.”
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