Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Bodyguards, Bans, and Bombshells in Math Class

Zatariel's Point of View

You ever feel like the world suddenly turned into a full-blown telenovela... and forgot to give you the courtesy of a script?

Yeah.

That's my life now.

After the Zoo Trip—which was supposed to be a harmless political outing and not the opening act of an interplanetary security crisis—the Dom twins are officially under what I like to call Designer House Arrest.

You know.

Military-grade lockdown disguised as parental concern.

Translation: they now come with bodyguards.

Plural.

Shadowy, hulking men in black suits who trail them through the school halls like shadows.

I don't know if they follow them into the bathroom.

But honestly?

I wouldn't put it past them.

One of them coughed during P.E. yesterday, and three of our classmates immediately entered existential panic.

And guess who the commander of this armored boy band is?

Sphere Verra.

Yes.

Miexha's older brother.

Yes.

The same guy who threatened to tase me for breathing within a two-foot radius of his sister.

So here's our current situation recap:

Asha:
Former party princess. Now grounded.

She tried sneaking out through her window for a "study group."

Sphere caught her mid-leg like some elite anti-teenage-nonsense ninja and hauled her back inside like a sack of rebellion.

Jayson:
Tech genius has gone suspiciously quiet.

Which is worse?

He's probably planning an underground cyber coup against Sphere.

Miexha:
Still soft-spoken.
Still kind.
Still capable of making me forget my own name when she says it.

And still completely unaware, she could emotionally destroy me with a single disappointed look.

And then there's me.

Technically, I'm still allowed to visit the Dom estate.

But under one glorious condition.

My father has to drive me.

Yes.

The new Dom Family Protocol appears to be "Bring Your Billionaire Parent to Hang Out Day."

Every. Single. Time.

Which is a problem.

Because I am currently in my teenage rebel arc and refuse to be chauffeured around like a clingy five-year-old with snack privileges.

So I've taken the high road.

Which means I'm staying in my tower.

Like a sarcastic male Rapunzel.

Except with Wi-Fi, math homework, and emotional instability.

But just when I thought life couldn't get any more ridiculous...