Blood Diamond A True Story Novels & Stories

"Yeah. Eventually, those mobsters will also be caught. I think they stole the diamond found in South Africa. It was missing as it was supposed to be brought to Switzerland. It's one of the most expensive diamonds ever sold at an auction. "Yep. I searched for the missing luggage that day Rafa arrived to see me on Sandy's birthday. I read it's worth fifty million US dollars.” "That's a lot of money bought by one of the richest families..." "No wonder those mobsters went crazy to kill anyone with the same luggage, including Rafa's..." “That’s great to know. And eventually, they stop pursuing Rafa for their missing luggage.” Alexus gave a contented nod. "Have you hired a new secretary for me?"

Damien had bought it years ago under a fake name, a secret even his father didn’t know. Or so he claimed. The air inside smelled faintly of cedar and dust. There were no windows in the back rooms, no cameras, no connections. Just silence. For the first time in days, I exhaled. Damien collapsed onto the couch, wincing. “You know, for someone who swore off revenge, you’re getting good at it.” I smiled faintly. “Guess I learned from the best.” He looked up, eyes soft. “Elara…” But whatever he was about to say was drowned by the sharp ping of my phone.

She hated her guts. Michael Adams was an unexpected news she had stumbled upon while roaming her life. Her source had told her how it is believed that she had changed and became stone cold after that particular man. To Emma, that was a pleasant news. She didn’t hesitate to try to find the man, contacting him and setting up a meeting. He had ignored her at first, but he replied as soon as possible when she told him it was about Starr Hart. That was a green light for Emma, telling her that they were obviously going to be on the same page.

Or was it the one from last year, the one that made him finally turn his back on me for good, leaving me stranded in his shadow. I knew there was no way he'd hear me out after the incident that happened last. It was on a beach in South Africa I ran into Henry McPherson. I’d known him from Fox City, a shrugged-looking guy who had a knack for stealing the most beautiful girls in the Class. He told me he was into diamond smuggling, and then he preached those breathtaking words to me: a billion-dollar diamond for a quarter of the price. The numbers were so absurd they felt fake, but Henry's eyes held a feverish gleam, a confidence that felt real.

“Marry me.” I laughed, then went quiet. Reached into the nightstand drawer. Pulled out the small velvet box I’d been carrying for weeks. Her fork froze halfway to her mouth. I opened it. Diamond ring, simple, elegant, perfect for her. “Marlene Blackwood,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I’ve loved you through hell and back. Through secrets and loss and everything in between. You’re my peace. My home. My everything.” Tears filled her eyes.

It probably wouldn't have been ideal for anyone else, and hell, Nikki may hate me for not making more of a production out of it, but either way, I stuck my hand into my pocket. She focused on our son, yet I knew the moment she saw the diamond that glittered in the white-gold setting. I heard the gasp seconds before she moved her fingers to her mouth. When she pulled back enough for me to see her eyes, radiant blues and deep greys feathered from her pupils, and tears pooled, threatening to cascade down her cheeks. I hated to see her cry, but this was when she was the most beautiful...when she was vulnerable.

My men stood guard at the door, their bodies tense and ready. "Yoh, Paolo..." I said, thrilled with anger. I walked towards him. My shoes stepped on broken glass that crunched under my feet. Paolo was on his knees, still begging, already beaten by my boys. His face looked swollen and purple. Blood trickled from his split lip down his chin and onto his shirt. "Where are my diamonds? The Pink Star Diamond. Seventy five billion dollars. Where the fuck is it, you useless piece of shit? That stone was supposed to come straight from the deal in Saudi Arabia. No mistakes!!"

" I opened the box. Inside lay a diamond necklace so brilliant it almost hurt to look at. Each main stone was the size of my thumb, throwing off shards of light. One glance was enough to know it was worth a fortune. When I lifted it out, the maids in the courtyard began murmuring in admiration. Luca grinned. "That's not all. He also sent a whole batch of gemstones. It's already in storage." I looked at the necklace, and for the first time in days, a small warmth stirred in my chest. I had not expected Matteo to know I liked diamonds. It was a small preference I had never shared. I smiled. "I'll contact him myself later." Demira's voice cut through the courtyard without warning, tearing the m

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

“A fine? It’s not a damn speeding ticket! You would accuse me of theft. I figured, since you gathered all that information for the feds, you would know the difference between a felony and a misdemeanor. Your phone is worth what?” “I don’t know; it’s a custom case. Like half a million, I think.” I replied. The design, named Diamond Snowflake, features tiny white gold and 18 carrot diamonds. It’s really pretty. From a brand called Caviar. They're really hard to get, but Daddy pulled some strings for me.