Blood Diamonds Real Story Novels & Stories

"These aren’t just ordinary diamonds, Richie. They are keys that can unlock doors to a whole new realm of either evil or good, depending on who gains access to them. I don’t know who initially discovers the diamonds, but Dad insists he is the one who found them, and he’s dedicated countless hours to studying their properties and the potential they hold. He believes that if misused, they could unleash chaos, but in the right hands, they could bring about incredible change. It’s a heavy responsibility, and I feel like I’m caught in the middle of something much bigger than myself." Richie gives me his full attention as I dive deeper into the situation. "I don’t want to say much, but the diamond

But I wish to get Bianca something new, something I chose alone. With my paperwork complete, I borrow Luca's car to drive into town. The small jeweller we use is on the corner of Frank Street. It is a run-down little shop that holds so many secrets. Run by the Petrovs, you can be assured you'll get the best out of illegal imports. Not that their diamonds are traceable; after all, they are stolen during the mining processes abroad. I find myself standing before a tray of the biggest diamond rings they stock. There are clear, red, and black ones, perhaps even a green one if my eyes are telling me the truth.

“There’s no crime in that.” His eyes glitter like fire when he delivers the final verdict. “Three years ago, I broke into my father’s old company, shot the guard on duty, and took all my father’s diamonds. Back then, those diamonds were worth half the company. Now, the diamonds could purchase Blackridge facility, and there’d still be money to spare.” “So they locked you up for that?” “Not exactly. After so many legal battles, I was convicted for murdering the guard on duty. My in-law’s lawyer, Jerry, promised to get me out in two years if I reveal the whereabouts of the diamonds, but I turned it down flatly.”

It sounds… exciting. I try to keep my face neutral, but I know I'm failing. "You won't understand, Pippa. It's just... complicated," I whisper. "I’m a smart girl, try me," she says, her eyes narrowing with total suspicion. She’s definitely figured it out. "It’s him, isn't it?” I bite my lip, thinking about the three million dollars worth of diamonds I’ve been dealing with. Cairo didn't just give them to me; he told me exactly where to sell them so I could have my own cash.

Simone waited before hopping towards the vehicle holding her prized possession and once the plan seemed fruitful, she opened the van to take a glimpse of the rare beauty. And there inside the nine glass case sat the nine rare diamonds; each defining its own value and the artist’s admiration for the intricate jewel. She collected the diamonds and hid them in the nine different pockets inside her large jacket which even gave her the look of a British Royal guard on duty. To play the irony, she left the metallic pieces inside the glass case while having the sinister laugh of having won from Marco Harold who was said to be the king of never losing a war or an asset.

Tina blocked Pearl’s way, just to be shoved away to the ground. “If you don’t have the money, there’s no point in continuing this conversation. Hmph, trash like you should…” Just when Pearl was cursing under her breath, she noticed something falling out of Tina’s pocket. “What’s that? A diamond ring? Why do you have this?” Pearl picked it up and admired it. “This is a real diamond ring!” Tina immediately explained nervously, “That’s a fake! Give it back to me!”

“Xander, listen to me. I don’t like you that way, but I’ve always seen you as my good friend, so listen to me when I’m telling you—” Xander cut her short before she could get to the point. “Don’t worry, Grace! I’ll show you just how rich I’ve become. You’ll see!” Then, he turned to the shopgirl haughtily. “What’s the most expensive item in this entire shop?” The shopgirl was not fond of that attitude, but professionalism made her lead the young man to the cabinet where the diamonds were stored. “Come with me, sir.” She extended her finger, which was in a white glove, and pointed at a necklace studded with diamonds. “This necklace is made out of 32 pink diamonds of varying sizes, all excavate

“What diamonds do you want?” “There will be an international jewelry convention the day after tomorrow in Pairez, Country F. As it happens, there will be a Supreme Blood Diamond worth around 300 million on display. I want you and Mr. Connor to buy the blood diamond at the jewelry fair. Then, use it as ransom.” “Fine, I’ll do it,” Charlotte was determined to save Poopoo, so she replied without hesitation. “However, I have a condition. If you ever hurt Poopoo again, you won’t get a single cent, let alone the diamond.”

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.

As I stared down at the glimmering diamond ring, I could only think about how ironic this entire thing was. "You have a horrible memory, Dean. This ring is filthy." I walked over and grabbed the ring. Dean grinned with glee, foolishly assuming that I'd changed my mind. "Eve, you..." However, his face soon went stiff, frozen in place. I raised my hand and threw the priceless diamond ring down to the patch of grass at the bottom of the building. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed down in dejection, clinging to the railing.