Cintaku Berlian 22 Karat Mga Nobela at Kwento

Gray's gun rested on the back of his head, and he breathed with anguish, running his eyes around the room, as if looking for an escape that was not there. Ten pieces... Incredible! The cost of one carat, subject to a very good quality of the diamond, reached the level of an average odnushka in the secondary market. Angelov's diamonds were excellent and very rare, and specifically the stone that I held was three carats, if not four. Someone cheaped out. Even more. I looked at Damir. He could raise serious money, but received pocket pennies. Arthur, probably, almost died with laughter when he, with eyes rounded with happiness, agreed to such a sum for one stone.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Lucian sighs. The sales clerk's face paled. “Is it too small again, Mr. Caldwell?” The sales clerk’s words piqued his attention. “Again?” Lucian mumbled. The clerk nodded. “The last time you looked at a 10-carat black diamond, you said it was too small. You specifically mentioned something bigger than 12.5 carats,” he replied. "Why would I want something like that? Am I buying it for my mother," Lucian muttered to himself.

They set them in front of Sarah, who opened the first one with a slow, deliberate flourish. Inside lay a pair of diamond earrings, each diamond the size of a small marble, glinting like stars. “Mrs. Santiago,” Sarah began, her voice dripping with pride, “here is a pair of diamond earrings, with each diamond weighing more than twelve carats. They’re D color and flawless, of course. In my mind, only these could be worthy of you.” Her smile was smug as she handed the earrings to Mrs. Santiago, who took them with a look of admiration. "Six carats each!" someone exclaimed from the crowd. “That must be at least ten million dollars. They’re probably the same series as those worn by the British roya

"Good luck, bro. I hope it goes well for you." "Thanks." "Anytime bro." I patted his shoulder. He nodded and he started the car as we drove off towards the jewelry store. The ring has caused a fortune, ranging at around $750k, it better look like it's worth the price. It's a 18ct. White Gold diamond encrusted engagement ring. It has a platinum band with 5.04 carats of natural white diamonds. The center stone is a princess cut and 2.03 carats. It was a one of a kind, unique design.

“Lemme get my magnifying glass." She rushed out of the living room into her room. “Christine, this is so beautiful,” she said. Lola returned later with the glass. Christine slipped the ring gingerly off her finger and handed it over. Trish held the magnifying glass to her eyes and peered at the ring through the glass. “The inclusions are very minimal,” she observed. “It's probably 22-carat gold. And the diamond is maybe 18.42 carat. The ring should be around two-fifty grand but being a billion-dollar CEO, he would probably get it for four hundred.”

At the moment, he was dismantling a pistol with practiced ease. The shopkeeper cleared his throat. “Boss Colton. A client brought this in to pawn. It was featured in the last international jewelry exhibit—a unique piece. Exceptional quality.” Colton didn’t look up. “Is it real?” “Yes, sir. Certified. Flawless Argyle pink and fancy blue diamonds.” “And the value?” “Retail, two hundred million. We could offer one-fifty, max.” Colton finally glanced at it. His fingers brushed the diamonds for a moment. “Keep it. Make the offer.”

"I present to you the Dazzling Ruby." It had a fairly thick gold band with a very big diamond that shone so bright. It was a twenty five carats gold with smaller diamonds encrusted on the band. Daniel loved it. It gave the bold statement he wanted for Rose. He didn't let Arturo tell him about the ring before he announced, "I want it."

"We can definitely make this, Mrs. Delmonte. It'll be a shared-prong eternity band with a trellis design. What kind of carat weight were you thinking of?" Richard tensed and straightened his back, his grip on my hand tightening. “I need it to be visible from across the room," he says, his expression unyielding. "Would ten carats be okay? Perhaps twenty?” My eyes widened, and I turned toward him. “Are you insane? That's far too much." Richard looked at me and shook his head. “You're a Delmonte. You're my wife. Nothing is too much."

" Christine rolled her eyes when Isabella remarked those words. -Well, when he gives it to me, I'll ask him for another one. I'll choose it myself...-the annoyance disappeared, and she smiled as she looked at her hand. She imagined a giant diamond on that finger. -I would tell you that you would choose the most expensive one, but a few moments ago they just took it go, an oval diamond with pink sparkles, a white gold band, and this one was twenty-two carats, purity, and design, unique.