Russeli Ryan POV.

The music ended and Natasha left without looking at me. I could see my father's happy face. I could see the joy he had since he would be making a lot of money soon. This was a hit that would fill his greed, even after doing all that he had done in the past.

The studio was now empty, but I just stared at him. He was about to leave too when he saw my glare, still, a smile curled upon his lips.

"Oh, my son, you did well in your music, Natasha Wilbur was a good help to you and she did a good joy in...