Costliest Marble In The World Novels & Stories

“ Damian simply stared at the jewelry and shook his head.. The manager was already sweating profusely as he pushed forth the next jewelry and I couldn't help but stare at them like a complete lunatic… My head was starting to hurt just hearing the price of these jewels.. It's just a piece of jewelry, why is it so expensive? “Elaborado by the famous jeweler Garrard and Company, this stunning necklace is formed by a band of round white carats of 155 carats. These diamonds surround one of the largest rubies in the world in the form of a 40.63 carat heart. The "Heart of the Kingdom" has a total of 150 diamonds. The ‘ heart of the kingdom' is worth over 14 million dollars.. “ The manager explained

Inside was a slim bracelet made from the finest jadeite I had ever seen. Each piece of the rectangle-shaped jadeite looked almost transparent with a vibrant emerald-green color, containing a vivid hue of both blue and yellow. The texture looked so smooth and even. When the jadeites caught the sunlight, they seemed to give out an alluring glow, enhancing the blue and yellow hue. I was shocked when I realized each jadeite was actually an Imperial jade - the most expensive jadeite in the world. And there were six pieces of it, strung together with white gold adorned with diamonds, and of course, there was a small dangling diamond peach at the clasp. It was simply gorgeous. Too gorgeous. And the

Resting heavily on top of the rusted sled was a colossal, terrifyingly heavy, pure white marble centerpiece—a flawless, larger-than-life statue of Kiara herself, explicitly commissioned to replace the ancient Singhania family crest that had previously adorned the estate's central fountain. "The landscaping crew was incredibly expensive, driver," Kiara stated lethally, her incredibly smooth voice echoing across the perfectly manicured grass. "And they explicitly refused to manually transport this priceless, five-hundred-kilogram marble statue completely across the soft, newly planted grass because their heavy machinery would completely ruin my expensive turf. So, I enthusiastically volunteere

"Fake. Fake engagement. It's complicated." She hesitated, clearly trying to decide if this was some kind of joke. Then she smiled and led me to a display case. "Maybe something classic, then. A simple solitaire..." She showed me a few rings. All beautiful. All... boring. "Show me that one." I pointed to the back of the case. A diamond-studded ring with a massive center stone, surrounded by smaller ones. "This is our most exclusive model, sir. The stones are certified, and the setting is handmade by our jewelers in Italy. The price is one million dollars."

The house looks like a series of squares, slicing through the building on top of the cliff, seeing it with an omniscient eye from the beach. The house is built with the finest Italian Carrara marble from a 300-year-old quarry in Verona, furnished with contemporary Irish furniture, and embellished with powerful metal sculptures. It showcased a minimalist style in the restrained color palette and the absence of cornices, moldings, and trims. The interior is like a stage for the drama of natural light. The Sunlight bounces off whitewashed walls, changing the mood in the rooms as the day progresses.

“Multicolored in grey hues?” It’s from the Tiffany website and the price tag is… “Holy Christ,” I murmur. “Seventeen-point-five K?” My eyes lift to meet his. “There’s also the rare peacock pearl,” he informs me. “Cultured in French Polynesia. One of the rarest and most expensive of all pearls.” My gaze narrows. “Why would you pay so much?” “You don’t think you’re worth it?” he easily queries, staring intently at me.

But setting foot in the Ferrero estate, she finally understood what it meant to be the wealthiest family on earth. The floor tiles alone were cut from an exceptionally rare grade of sapphire— the kind so clear and flawless she'd only ever seen it once before, at an auction. Even the lowest-quality piece there had gone for something like half a million dollars. And that had just been a bracelet. Here, the Ferreros used it to tile the floor. Obscenely, inhumanly rich. Thomas noticed her staring at the floor and seemed to guess what she was thinking. "The family controls a good number of mines," he explained. "Stone like this is about the cheapest thing we own."

she said, pointing to the chandelier. "The classic lighting design is amazing," I responded. "Hmm. The crystals are imported from Italy. They are held to the highest quality standards," Isabella pointed out. “Of course, it’s to be expected from someone like Darick, though.” I nodded along in response, but I couldn't help but wonder how Darick could afford such exquisite antique decor. The chandeliers alone had cost about twenty thousand dollars. I wasn't sure what rumors were true about Darick and his mafia, but I knew most if not all, mafia laundered money, and I wouldn't have been shocked if Darick and his crew also dabbled in this practice.

“Everything about him screams of poorness. How can he be of any importance to my dad?” Gabe glanced at her. “Are poor people not allowed to sit in this house, Miss?” “Look at the chandelier above you,” Lilian said. “It’s shimmering like captured frost, isn’t it? I bought that for 700,000 dollars last year. Each gold leaf marble underfoot here costs about a thousand dollars. That grand piano over there was one of its kind. That’s priceless. Look at those bottles on the table before you. They all have sparkling water. As for the couch you’re sitting on. It was imported from an Italian royal store. The whole sofa set is worth 9 million dollars.”

It was strange. "I was honestly afraid of the answer," I admitted. "So what is it you're trying to get abuelo to sign over?" "Okay then," he rubbed the side of his face, "in less complicated terms I'm in the precious materials and gem industry." "Like gold and diamonds?" I asked. "Gold," yes he nodded, "rhodium," he cleared his throat. "Rhodium?" "It's the most expensive metal there is out there." "I thought that was platinum."