A Bollywood Tail Chris Diamond Novels & Stories

He patted the space next to him. Scooting toward him on her knees, she sat back on her heels and waited. “Your generosity exceeds you, Fiona. But I do have something for you that I bet you didn’t see coming.” “You do?” Chris nodded and reached into his jeans pocket. When he pulled out a simple gold band that held a teardrop diamond, she inhaled sharply. He shifted on the floor to his knees right in front of her. “What are you doing? What is this?” She could feel her heart pounding.

I need to get it off me. ** “What did you do, Taz?” I ask after my shower. I am currently wrapped in a robe, waiting for Christopher to finish. The world is his. Truly. Even covered in blood from head to toe, the staff did not question anything and showed us a secret entrance to the hotel. It's crazy. The world is crazy. “I didn’t even have to do anything.” Taz answers just as the sound of the shower stops. I should finish this conversation fast. “The bastard advertises real diamonds, but he is using lab-made, that’s one and two; this is the best part: he has a sweatshop that employs children.”

The only one who made me want to be more than my father’s son. My phone buzzes on the glass table. An invitation. Digital, elegant, gold script on black. Ethan Pierce & Marlene Blackwood request the honor of your presence… A wedding. Three years in the making. They didn’t rush. Built something real instead, Ethan’s tech company exploding, Marlene dominating the dance world again, judging international competitions, launching her own foundation. Power couple. Untouchable. Happy. And at the bottom, in smaller script: Chief Bridesmaid: Ruby Michaelson