Buccellati Bruno Novels & Stories

“Bad news Xav.” “It’s real?!” He gasped. “Very real. Four carats too.” Xavier groaned. “Well if I bring her here can you tell her it's fake?” “No!” “Please!” “Whose name is on the building?” “Not yours! It’s B&C’s Gems!” “B&C stands for Bonnie and Clyde! You’re neither! I’ve built this business on buying and selling real diamonds! I’m not gonna lie cuz you want to get laid!”

"Costa." "Good evening, Nico," a voice greeted her. Nicoletta raised an eyebrow. "By the way, let me tell you that you've made a good choice for the gold auction..." Bruno's voice trailed off in confusion. "Choice? I haven't sent anything." Nicoletta was surprised. "Well, your staff did. I have a beautiful brunette, with perfect curves, round and voluptuous breasts, and the best part—she's a virgin." Nicoletta smiled. "Brunette? You know I prefer blondes. But if they've chosen what I've heard, her virginity will exceed the expectations for this month's auction..." Bruno chuckled.

I want to talk to you about something important,— Bruno told me, and I nodded my head; the music would not allow us to talk. He took my hand and led me, when we arrived we were alone —I want to give you a gift— said Bruno, while he took out of his pants, it was a bracelet with a stone in the center, gorgeous black. —Bruno, you didn't have to do it; it's beautiful,— I told him and extended my hand; he helped me put it on, it had a very peculiar clasp, and I could see it was antique, which caught my attention and I asked him.

“Is it even possible for a phone case to cost $15,000? Besides, maybe she’s only bought one that looks similar to the real deal?” One of the staff members took out her cell phone, searched for the product on Buccellati’s official website, and showed her search result right in front of Lucy’s face. “It’s a genuine diamond-encrusted cell phone case, and it’s one of the company’s high-end products.

And I’ll make sure of that. Finally, we enter the last shop of the day. A jewelry store. Not just any jewelry store. The moment I lift my eyes and read the sign, my steps falter instinctively. Buccellati. I didn’t even know they had a branch here. It’s small compared to what I’ve seen online, but everything about it screams wealth. From the polished glass doors to the subtle gold accents framing the windows, to the way the light reflects off every surface like it was designed specifically to highlight luxury.

“We’re skipping all the generic stores, obviously. I’ve got my designer working on your wardrobe as we speak, darling. Imported Italian fabrics, the finest silk and lace. Something that will fit you like it’s been waiting just for you.” I watched Elara’s eyes widen, but Sabrina didn’t miss a beat, her excitement building. “Today, though, it’s all about accessories. We’ll hit Maison Callisto first—those heels are hand-crafted, custom-fitted, pure Italian leather. Each one is like wearing a piece of art on your feet. And then jewelry! I know the *perfect* studio. They source only the rarest stones: sapphires, emeralds, diamonds.” She released Elara’s hands with a grin that told me she’d been w

My lip turned slightly out as my eyes followed his movements. “What’s the matter?” Luciano picked up his jacket, fumbling in the pockets and pulling out a box. “I didn’t think we were getting each other Christmas gifts. I didn’t get you anything.” I admitted. “It’s just a gift. If you don’t like it, I can’t return it.” Luciano replied, ignoring my worries. I took the red leather box from him. A gold bow was placed in the corner with a tag attached. ‘Mi Tesora’. “Wow.” I gasped as I opened the box. A breathtaking gold bangle encrusted with diamonds and gorgeous engravings stared back at me. The shimmer and glitz of the bracelet shone brightly in my eyes. It was Cartier, without a doubt.

My thumb hovered over his name for a long time. Then, I put it down. When Vincenzo is in a bad mood, it’s best to stay away. After seven years, I know the rules better than anyone. I got up and walked barefoot to the back of the walk-in closet. There was a climate-controlled safe. The passcode was my birthday. He set it himself. Inside sat six Cartier jewelry sets. One-of-a-kind pieces from Swiss underground auctions. One-of-a-kind. Getting them out of the vault alone took three signatures.