Bellatrix Lestrange Necklace Novels & Stories

She freezes and so do I. A necklace has fallen from beneath their collar, swinging once before settling against the white of the gown. A red velvet cord with a silver serpent insignia. My breath catches. The Velvet Coil. My eyes flick up to the mirror, she isn’t looking at me. She is watching the door carefully. I say nothing. I don’t move. I let my hand drift, just barely, brushing the fallen symbol as if by accident. The metal is warm. She straightens quickly, tucking the necklace back beneath their clothes, hands resuming their work as if nothing has happened.

But they had left my door wide open. I walked out into the hallway, intending to close it, when I saw Bella standing near the top of the grand staircase. She had already put my dress on. But that wasn't what stopped my heart. Resting against her collarbone was a heavy, brilliant sapphire necklace. My mother’s necklace. Bella knew I was there. She didn't turn around, but she slowly lifted her fingers to the silver chain, tilting her head so the light caught the gems, shaking it slightly in a silent, mocking gesture of victory.

“I’ll wear it.” I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. The weight of a hundred eyes feels like a suffocating cloak draped over my shoulders. My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the necklace. I pause, staring at it. It glints under the chandelier’s light—elegant, timeless… and ominous. “Yes, take it,” Lady Celestia sneers. A ripple of murmurs spreads through the crowd—some in agreement, others filled with doubt or curiosity.

Her gaze stopped at the necklace wrapped around her neck, the planet-shaped Venus diamond pendant looked beautiful Even though she doesn't know the price of this necklace, Baby is sure that it must be very expensive. This girl decided to take off the necklace and keep it in a safe located in her wardrobe. "I'll keep it here." This girl put down the expensive necklace carefully and closed the safe door. *** Gabriela decides to come to Dollan's office, inviting Dollan to have dinner with her. This beautiful woman is getting ready to sleep .. "Do you think he'd be happy when I came? Nadine." Gabriela showed a worried expression on her beautiful face.

But one picture caught her attention. It was a nude. The woman had taken it lying down, from her neck to her hips. Her face wasn’t visible. Just her skin, full breasts, and between them — resting against her cleavage — a delicate gold necklace with a small teardrop pendant. Bella froze. That necklace. She had seen it somewhere. Her hands started shaking so badly she almost dropped the phone. *Wait… why is this necklace so familiar? It can’t possibly be Scarlett, right? No. She wouldn’t do that. She’s my sister. She wouldn’t…*

Beatrice’s eyes immediately widened. “Did you really buy a necklace that costs thirty million dollars? How much money did you receive from Lord Lex?” Madame Claire was also curious. Alex shrugged. “I don’t have much money. The necklace was a gift from Lord Lex. The wedding ring that I got back was free of charge too.” Madame Claire loudly slapped her own thighs. “Oh my god! How could you hand the thirty million dollars necklace away? Are you an imbecile?”

They removed the cover and the hallway filled with gasps and slight murmurs. There weren't rings. In one tray beside Bella, there was a key attached to a chain it was a necklace and on the other tray beside Sebastian, there was a bracelet. It was a beautiful platinum bracelet filled with diamonds yet it looked so suffocating like a prisoner's handcuff. Sebastian held his hand up and everyone shut up, he smiled like a psychopath taking a step forward to Bella grabbing the bracelet from the tray he looked at it for some time before looking at Bella.

She took a step forward, remaining where she was rather than going into the room, letting the basket fall to rest on the edge of her desk. And saw it. On her pillow, where it must have waited an eternity— for her— > The necklace. Any necklace. Vivian Blackwood's family heirloom. Large, shining pearls on gold. A gemstone-set clasp shining softly in the softly lit morning. Priceless. Iconic. Worn once per year for the estate gala. Leya had frozen. Her heart pounded once, then levelled out. No panic. Not yet. Because panic was what they would want her to feel.

I was a Queen living in a cellar. "Adrian," Isabelle said, her voice turning sharp. "Call the stylists. Call the security detail. And call the press. I want the world to know our daughter has returned. I want the person who took her to shaking in their boots." Adrian nodded, pulling out a gold-plated phone. But before he dialed, he looked at Crystal. "There is one more thing. The necklace. It wasn't just a gift. It was a prototype for a jewelry line your mother designed for you. There is a serial number micro-engraved on the clasp. That’s how we knew for sure."

Straining my eyes, I tried to read the thing. "J2R19H1," I read. Jeez, what was this? How come I had never noticed it before? In fact, what was this necklace for? Mom always told me it was her most prized possession, but I still didn't get what she meant. Ignoring my thoughts, I wore the necklace, stood up, heading to the balcony to join my friends. Bella was right. I was probably unstable due to my workaholism. Opening the door, I walked into the corridor. As soon as I stepped into the balcony, Barb's loud laughter attacked my ears. She was the only person I knew who laughed like a dolphin. A crazy dolphin.