Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Zatariel point of view

Miss me?

Of course you did.

Try not to sound too excited.

Welcome back to my narration.

I stepped out of the car, loosening my tie as the gates sealed shut behind me.

The kind of sound that screams generational wealth without actually needing to say it.

Now, before we get dragged into tonight's inevitable family chaos, allow me to present a brief tour of our humble residence.

Humble.

Yes.

Absolutely.

We only have-

Three fountains.

Imported white marble.

Floor-to-ceiling glass walls tall enough to make billionaires feel insecure.

Correction.
Trillionaires.

Let's maintain accuracy.

And despite all this elegance, one of our limited-edition white velvet couches is still decorated with crayon.

Courtesy of my five-year-old sister.

The evidence remains.

Permanent. A masterpiece, really.

Today has been... productive.

Emotionally catastrophic-
...but productive.

Jayson, that self-sacrificing idiot-finally released Miexha from their engagement.

Correction:
He sacrificed his engagement because he thought I looked like I was five seconds away from losing my sanity.

Which, to be fair...
I probably was.

Still.

A win is a win.

I couldn't wait to tell Mom.

She'd been quietly worried for days-pretending she wasn't, of course.

Mother's favorite hobby is acting calm while subtly manipulating fate itself.

Now then.

Let's open the main doors-

...What.

The.

Hell.

Why is he here?

Standing in the living room-directly beneath the absurdly expensive chandelier Dad insists is "tastefully understated"-was Zaren Wov.

My father.

And in his hand-
A bouquet of white roses.

White.
Roses.

I blinked once.
Twice.

And then, against all logic and natural law-

My mother looked...
Shy.
Actually shy.
Like a teenager in her first romance.

I crossed my arms immediately.

Because this entire scene was deeply disturbing on multiple psychological levels.

In short:
Disgusting.

"I see we're solving domestic violence with floral arrangements now."

Dad's jaw tightened.
Just slightly.