Cincin Berlian Pria Mata Satu の小説・ストーリー

He pointed at Caesar’s chest with mock severity. Inside, Julian browsed the ties with a critical eye. Caesar humored him, his attention drifting to a display of sleek silver cufflinks. Julian’s own gaze drifted further. And then he saw them. In a small, velvet-lined case, away from the gaudier pieces, were two simple men’s bands. Platinum. Their design was a subtle, woven pattern…two strands intertwined into one, endless and unbroken. They seemed to catch the soft store light and hold it.

“Oh, Bianca, that is a statement. A ring that says you are exactly who you are — destined for something greater.” Bianca smiles sweetly at the compliment, then turns to Lance. “It’s extraordinary. But maybe one more option? I want the choice to feel… complete.” The saleswoman nods, clearly expecting this. She lifts another velvet tray, and the diamond on it seems almost to glow from within. “This pear-shaped solitaire is sixteenth carats, surrounded by a halo of pink diamonds, mounted on rose gold. Price — nine point six million. Rare, romantic, and unforgettable.”

Eddie’s POV The ring was a platinum band set with a single, flawless diamond, and in that simplicity resided a universe of elegance and brilliance. The platinum band, cool and smooth to the touch, whispered of quiet strength and unwavering commitment. Its polished surface gleamed with a soft, silvery sheen, reflecting the light in a way that was both understated and luxurious. But it was the diamond that truly stole the show.

The price of the clothes made my heart thump. After Julian paid for the clothes, bags, and shoes that filled up the boot, we went to the jewelry stop. The rings sparkled beneath the showcase. The male sales rep's eyes were fixed on us as Julian and I observed the goods. My eyes clung to one, but the price made me swallow my desire back. Following my line of gaze, the male sales rep said, "This is a 2-carat, colorless D-F diamond. It's perfectly cut. The rare colorless quality makes it an exceptional investment."

Thirty minutes later, I step into a quiet, high end shop. The jeweler, Tim, though everyone calls him Carm, opens a black case filled with brilliance. Thirty rings. My breath catches. And then I see it. Pink. Oval-cut. Rare. “A real pink diamond?” I ask. He tests the clarity. Perfect. “How much?” “One hundred fifteen thousand, ” I nod. “I’ll take it. And the band. Same setting.” “Twenty-five.” “Done.” Black card. Then earrings. Pink. Halo studs. Another twenty five thousand.

I replied. “Elena,” he said dryly. “I'm the worst possible brand ambassador for jewelry.” “And that's why this was interesting to design,” I revealed. I opened the case. Inside lay a minimalist men's jewelry set—matte-black and platinum tones, engineered elegance. A cuff bracelet engraved with intersecting lines. A dark-stone signet ring. A clean geometric pendant on a slim chain. Max leaned forward, studying without speaking. “You made this?” He asked quietly. I nodded. “Strength without noise. Structure without display.”

He said, his eyes narrowing as he stared at my face. I felt even more motivated to see how interested he was. Without heading, I sat upright and said, “I’ll be launching my new jewel. The new Jewel will be made from a rare material known like Pinite and I’ll be adding a very few touch of gemstones in it.” “That’s amazing! You know, your mom has thought of making jewels with painite some years ago but she wasn’t able to achieve it. I’m glad you are able to do something she’s never been able to do.”

They are so fascinating, they are drowning me. My lips form into a thin line and tilted my head when I realize that his silver piercing has a written initials - C.I which I think stands for Czar Ildefonso. The initials is coated with small glittering diamonds which I think the reason why it glisten under the light from the sun. "You have a nice piercing..."I whisper but couldn't help to frown seeing how it pierce to the thin skin of his eyebrow.

There were also matching dangling teardrop-shaped moonstone earrings, a bracelet and a ring. “Lillia…” Kyla breathed, “It matches your eyes. His majesty surely has an excellent taste.” Unfortunately, Fenris muttered, he’s still a jerk. Lillia smiled faintly. Inside the box lay another smaller case: a pearl pendant set in silver in it with tiny silver studs, each with a hint of moonstone. There was also a pearl bracelet and a pearl ring. “So pretty.” Kyla squealed. “Maera, look.” “His Majesty’s gift is surely more beautiful. It suits her lady perfectly,” Maera said firmly. The moment Selene returned, she changed the subject.

“I’ll try. Thank you for standing up for me and for being honest, Lilian.” Lilian gave a small nod, her respect for Aria growing. She hoped the new Mrs. Sinclair would find her inner strength sooner rather than later before others took further advantage of her.. As they pulled into the Sinclair estate, Aria’s thoughts shifted to something that had been bothering her: the necklace. Arjun had said the Paraiba tourmaline she’d chosen was rare and exceptionally valuable, but Aria couldn’t believe it was truly hers. The trilliant-cut gem had a stunning neon blue-green hue, and while she admired its beauty, she also felt its weight—it was far too extravagant for her.