Cintaku Berlian 22 Karat Novels & Stories

She was his one and only. "Are you all right, sir?" The jeweler cast Val a concerned glance. Val shook his head to clear it then pointed at the ring. "Can I look at that please? How big is the stone, and is the setting silver or platinum?" "Platinum," the jeweler responded, smiling as he sensed an imminent sale. "The stone is just over a carat, I believe. No visible flaws and a perfect pigeon's-blood color." He gave Val a shrewd look. "It isn't cheap."

Willow fixed her gaze on the diamond ring, her mind wandering as she stood still in a daze. Julian's voice sounded low and resonant as he said, "It's a 5.2-carat, perfectly flawless diamond that I personally picked out. It's designed for you to wear every day.

He’s here for a purpose, but his mind — she suspects — is not entirely on this. The second tray is brought forward. The lights seem to burn brighter against the diamond’s surface. “Fifteen carats,” the saleswoman says, her voice almost a whisper. “Internally flawless. D-color — the purest white diamond possible. Estimated at nine point two million.” Mrs. Vallerand inhales sharply, eyes glistening as if she’s in love with the stone herself. “Oh, Bianca, that is a statement. A ring that says you are exactly who you are — destined for something greater.”

My heart raced as he opened it, revealing a dazzling diamond ring that caught the light and shimmered like a star. "Wow," I breathed, momentarily mesmerized by the stone’s brilliance. "It’s… beautiful. Is that… five carats?" Adrian grinned, clearly amused by my reaction. "Seven, actually." "Seven?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. My eyes were glued to the ring, taking in every facet of the perfectly cut diamond. It was massive, elegant, and almost surreal in its beauty. This wasn’t just a ring—it was a statement, a symbol, something that spoke volumes without a single word.

The diamond halo around it is different, the diamonds are in the shape of marquise and tilted so they look like flames around the center stone. “This is a sapphire, right?” I ask as I move my hand around, watching the light catch the ring. Long, elegant fingers run over the back of my hand. “Yes, I went with the one closest to the color of your eyes. Don’t complain about the size, the twenty-two carats are necessary.” “Twenty-two carats? How the hell is that necessary?” I gasp up at him. “To ensure anyone glancing at you sees you are very taken and unless they could possibly give you something bigger and better, to keep their eyes moving.” His hand squeezes mine in warning when I try to with

she said. After a few long moments, Sebastian drew back slightly, reaching into his suit pocket. He pulled out a small box. The ring inside gleamed under the candlelight, a brilliant 5-carat round-cut diamond, clear and perfectly cut, set in a platinum band that sparkled with subtle pavé diamonds along the sides. Even under the stars, with the gentle music floating around them, the sight of him kneeling, powerful, influential, yet vulnerable, was striking, intimate, and unforgettable.

Luna then pulled out a button-size diamond out of her pouch. "But… That is a diamond, right? I cannot accept that. That is too much." Jean was amazed by Luna's generosity. "That is a flawless 2-carat, grade D diamond. If I am not mistaken, you can sell it for up to 30,000 US dollars. I hope that it can help you. That is my reward for you for being such a nice person. Thank you for not judging us. I hope that you will continue to be good to others. But please do not tell your co-workers about it." Luna insisted on giving the diamond. She has tons of it in their house especially that the cave in their pack was filled with different precious gemstones.

T I flipped the box open. My jaw dropped. I thought I was blinded by the sparklers of the biggest diamond cut I’d ever seen. It was a rare solitaire blue diamond in emerald cut with find step-cut two trapezoid white diamonds set in a platinum band. In my estimation, it was around five to six carats.

Yet, she smiled and calmly asked, "Mrs. Caldwell, what blue diamond are you talking about?" Kathy Sullivan's husband, Matthew Caldwell, was a jeweler. Kathy then excitedly replied, "Last week, Matt got hold of an extraordinary blue diamond. It's huge! Ten carats in size! Its quality and shine are exceptional. "When Mr. Lance heard about it, he immediately secured it. An Iritahan designer worked on it urgently, and it was delivered to him last night." At that point, Kathy asked mysteriously, "Have you and Mr. Lance… secretly tied the knot already?"