Novel & Cerita Bellatrix Lestrange Necklace

she murmured, more to herself than to me. “I’ve already done it,” I said. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded too steady. She came forward with the box Wesley had left earlier. She flipped it open without a word. Inside: a necklace like moonlight and stormlight braided together—diamonds and platinum, cold and glittering. It didn’t just match the dress. It ruled it. Angela stepped behind me, lifting it carefully. Her fingers brushed my neck, but it wasn’t that soft. There was something clenched in her jaw.

I'd drawn those sketches myself. Even without the family necklace, I wanted one shred of dignity. Now even that was gone. When I got back to the estate, they were throwing Bella's pre-wedding party. Bella sat among the women, wearing not only Grandmother's diamond bracelet, but a new pair of Cartier gold bangles on her wrist. My aunt grabbed her hand. "These must have cost a fortune." My mother beamed. "Cartier gold bracelets—nine hundred sixty thousand dollars. Bella can't look shabby marrying into the Harrison family."

I said, pleased with my appearance. “We have just the thing for you then,” Letty said looking at Anita who nodded in confirmation. Letty walked over and picked up a black velvet box that had been sitting behind the ice bucket. “This is something just from Letty and I,” Anita said as Letty handed me the box. When I opened the box there was a delicate phoenix pendant; the wings were spread and encrusted with tiny black stones and the head, body and tail feathers were made of gold. “It’s beautiful, thank you ladies,” I said as Anita took the necklace from the box and fastened it around my neck.

Then, he dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box, placing it on the table and sliding it silently to her. Bellatrix glanced down at it. Her expression remained neutral, but a frown tugged at the corners of her lip. "What is this?" She asked. "Lazors's Sapphire necklace," Cillian paused, allowing the information to settle in. He watched her expression, waiting for the moment her eyes would brighten or the corners of her lips would hike upwards, but none of that happened. "You said you liked it," he continued, shifting the box closer to her. But Bellatrix stopped it with the bottom of her mug. "I don't like this."

"How could you give Miss Young a piece of trash like that?!" "You're just looking down on Miss Young. You're trying to humiliate her!" Ashwin glared right at Leon, using a few words to quickly frame Leon as someone who wanted to humiliate Iris! "That's complete nonsense! How are you saying that the necklace is something cheap? This is a premium necklace made of imperial greens. It's worth at least four to six million dollars! If you don't know, then don't speak as you do!" Leon looked at Ashwin unhappily.

I slowly made my way toward it and bent down to inspect it. It was a silver necklace with a blue gem inside the holder. The centre gem illuminated a bright light, which I somehow hadn't noticed before. What kind of a necklace is this? I wondered to myself. I held it closer to my face and the sharp part of the pendant just barely cut the side of my finger. There was a bit of blood that accidentally smeared on the blue gem, but nothing major so I wasn't worried about it.

"It’s all mine now. She’s gone and I’m standing here in her room, in her gown. That’s how it works, isn't it?" I did not answer. "You're quiet today." She studied me in the mirror. "You aren't mourning that girl, are you?" "No," I said. She held out a hand toward the table. "Then help me with the necklace. I have waited all morning for someone competent to fasten it." My eyes went to where she pointed. The Whitemane Luna necklace lay on dark velvet. Silver and moonstone, older than either of our packs. I had seen it once before. I had imagined my own hands lifting it. I had imagined the throat it would circle. In my mind it had been Halley's throat. Pale. Warm. Alive.

Everyone watched her. Even Rowan straightened slightly, like he already knew what was coming. Elena opened the box slowly, like she was performing a sacred act. Inside was a heavy silver necklace. The chain was thick and detailed, shaped like moons and vines. In the center was a crescent pendant with a moonstone that caught the candlelight and glowed softly. My heart dropped. I knew that necklace. I had seen it in old pack portraits, resting on the necks of past Lunas.

The necklace—the Amoura Eva—it's up for auction again. Leo's expression shifted in an instant. Without a word, he hung up and made another call. "Trace it. Now. Find out where the Amoura Eva is. I don't care what it costs—buy it back." A few hours later, his assistant, Sebastian Newton, called again, his voice tense. "Don Leo, the necklace has already been sold. A private collector in Bellavigna bought it." Leo froze. The phone slipped from his fingers and hit the floor.

“I didn’t expect the king himself to visit. If you want me for the night, or longer, I can be very… accommodating.” I ignored the display. “Where is the necklace?” She blinked, confusion cutting through the seduction. “Necklace?” “Cressida’s necklace. The one you took from her. Hand it over. Now.” Zara’s face paled. “I… I don’t—” I roared, voice echoing off the stone walls. “Where the fuck is Cressida’s necklace? Hand it over now!” Startled, she stumbled back. Her hands shook as she pushed down the neckline of her dress, revealing a thin chain with a delicate emerald jade pendant resting against her skin the same one Elara had described.