Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 212

**TITLE: Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light 212**

The online world was abuzz with skepticism. Many dismissed the blogger’s claims, branding her a liar in the comments section, while others ominously warned of potential lawsuits from the Jackson family.

Yet, amidst the cacophony of disbelief, Tatiana found herself leaning towards belief—about eighty percent convinced, to be precise. Her childhood memories of the Jackson estate flickered through her mind like a series of old photographs. She had spent countless afternoons there, wandering through the sprawling grounds, and those memories had etched certain truths into her heart. Barry and his wife, she recalled, were ensnared in a loveless marriage, a mere business arrangement cloaked in superficial civility.

A vague memory stirred within her, one of the elderly butler murmuring about Jasper’s earlier life before he came to live with Gordon. She could almost hear his voice, gravelly and wise, recounting how Jasper had once known the warmth of parental love until a tragic accident—a devastating fire that had nearly claimed his life when he was just three years old. That incident had changed everything. Gordon had taken him in after that fateful day, a day marked by chaos and neglect. The fire had erupted from a heated argument between Barry and his wife, who had stormed out, leaving a pot of soup forgotten on the stove. They had dismissed the staff for the evening, and no one had thought to check on Jasper, blissfully asleep in his room. Flames had engulfed the kitchen, threatening to consume the house and the innocent child within.

Tatiana shook her head, trying to dispel the memories that threatened to overwhelm her. She felt a familiar ache in her heart, a reminder of the bond she had once shared with Jasper. No, she reminded herself firmly, she must not dwell on him any longer.

“Could you please let Anna know that I have something important to discuss?” Tatiana requested, her voice steady and composed.

The assistant nodded, slipping away to inform Anna during a brief interlude in the meeting.

When Anna received the message, her expression darkened. The meeting had spiraled into chaos, with almost no one supporting her stance. Her authority had been undermined in a manner that felt almost personal. It was worse than she had anticipated; they were no longer awaiting Tati’s new song, having already made the decision to proceed with Bianca’s piece.

Rumors had circulated like wildfire, suggesting that Tati’s original song was plagiarized from Ms. Lowell, casting doubt on Anna’s judgment. Sarcastic comments had flown around the room, and some had even demanded the return of the deposit and the swanky apartment they had secured. Was this truly how people behaved? She had fought back valiantly, but the consequences had left her on the brink of being fired herself.

The humiliation of that meeting weighed heavily on her shoulders. So when the assistant delivered Tati’s message, skepticism washed over her, yet a flicker of hope ignited within. “Bring Tati in,” she instructed, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.

As Tatiana stepped into the conference room, she was not surprised to find Bianca and Harpie seated at the front. They maintained a conspicuous distance from one another, sitting on opposite sides of the table, a stark contrast to the intimacy they had once shared. If Tatiana hadn’t known better, she might have assumed they were merely colleagues.

“Ah, Tati’s here too. Perfect timing,” Tavin remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “We were just about to inform you that we’ve decided on Harpie’s lead single. We’ll be using Ms. Lowell’s work, so we won’t trouble you further.”

Anna felt her blood boil, ready to unleash her frustration, but she caught sight of Tatiana’s serene demeanor. Her calm expression, devoid of anger, forced Anna to swallow her words, a bitter pill to choke down.

Tatiana’s voice was even, devoid of hostility. “Are you sure about that?” she inquired, her tone laced with curiosity.

“Yes, we’re all in agreement, top to bottom,” Tavin replied, a hint of smugness creeping into his voice.

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