Novelas y relatos de Diamant

I did not know whether or not to like it, but I knew that since she was injured I should not be overreacting. Delilah turned to me, her eyes scanning me like she was trying to memorize every detail. Then she gave a soft nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you… you must be Damon’s…” “My mate,” Damon said firmly, stepping beside me, his hand grazing the small of my back as he looked directly at Delilah. “The mother of my child and my woman, my pride and my glory.”

Skin against skin. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I just stared. Damien’s hand slid down the curve of her waist. Her hair spilled over his chest. A familiar scent hit me, floral and expensive. Chanel No. 5. My mother’s perfume. The bouquet slipped from my hands, hitting the hardwood with a dull thud. The sound made Damien’s head jerk up. His eyes met mine over her shoulder. His pupils dilated. His mouth fell open. “Elara.”

“Marry me.” I laughed, then went quiet. Reached into the nightstand drawer. Pulled out the small velvet box I’d been carrying for weeks. Her fork froze halfway to her mouth. I opened it. Diamond ring, simple, elegant, perfect for her. “Marlene Blackwood,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I’ve loved you through hell and back. Through secrets and loss and everything in between. You’re my peace. My home. My everything.” Tears filled her eyes.

He held it up. "What is this?" Mia frowned, loosening her grip. "Read it," Kian said. Mia took the tag. It wasn't Kian's ID. Engraved on the metal were the words: MIA & KIAN Partners in Crime. Est. Forever. And hanging on the chain, next to the tag, was a ring. It wasn't a delicate diamond solitaire. It was a band of Damascus Steel, inlaid with a red ruby that looked like a drop of blood. A ring that could survive a war.

As I stared down at the glimmering diamond ring, I could only think about how ironic this entire thing was. "You have a horrible memory, Dean. This ring is filthy." I walked over and grabbed the ring. Dean grinned with glee, foolishly assuming that I'd changed my mind. "Eve, you..." However, his face soon went stiff, frozen in place. I raised my hand and threw the priceless diamond ring down to the patch of grass at the bottom of the building. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed down in dejection, clinging to the railing.

Chapter 4: The Masquerade The black diamonds felt like a cold, heavy collar. Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the east wing, her fingers trembling as she wrestled with the platinum clasp. The stones were a deep, obsidian hue—darker than the shadows pooling in the corners of the room. They didn’t sparkle with the cheerful light of white diamonds; instead, they seemed to absorb the room’s glow, much like the man who had gifted them to her.

The package arrived at my apartment the next morning with no return address, but I knew exactly who it was from. The black velvet box was heavy, elegant, and unmistakably expensive. Inside lay a breathtaking diamond necklace , a teardrop pendant the color of moonlight surrounded by smaller blood-red rubies. The card beneath it was written in Damien’s bold, commanding script: “For the throat I want to mark. Wear it today. Let everyone see who you belong to. — D”

Nicholas turned to me. "See one you like?" he asked. I looked at him and then back at the table. As my gaze scanned the merchandise, I saw a pair of yin-yang necklaces that broke in half. When they came together, they formed a circle. I pointed to the pair of necklaces, and the merchant acted quickly. "Are you interested in these, miss?" I looked at Nicholas, and he was watching me with raised eyebrows. "Are those the ones you want?" he asked.

I leaned forward, pointing a blunt finger toward the corner of the case. There, resting in a groove, was a black diamond. It was dense, dark as obsidian, absorbing the morning light rather than refracting it, with faint, crystalline fractures running deep through its core. "That one," I said, my voice leaving zero room for debate. "A six-carat cushion cut. Mount it on a band. No decorative filigree. Simple and unbreakable." Andre's eyes widened slightly, a look of professional awe overtaking his face. "A black diamond set in platinum... it's unorthodox, Alpha. But with her coloring, and the sheer rarity of the carbon structure... it will be breathtaking."

--- *DAY 717: DUBAI - 9:30 PM* _BURJ KHALIFA VIEW SUITE._ _COLE HOTEL._ The city was lit up. The fountain dancing. Ava opened the balcony door. Wind. Damian came up behind her and hugged her. "Like it?" Ava: "A lot." Damian: "Meeting tomorrow. AL FAHIM GROUP." Ava: "How big?" Damian: "2.3 Billion." Ava whistled. "Big man." Damian laughed. "Small for you."