Novel & Cerita Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine

Power disguised itself as pleasure. “Nothing interests you?” Hugo asked quietly. “I’m married,” I replied flatly. He chuckled. “Marriage has never stopped powerful men.” I ignored him. Then the auctioneer’s voice rose above the noise. “And now,” he announced dramatically, “the highlight of tonight’s collection… the diamond of the evening. Welcome… Blue.” She stepped onto the stage. And everything inside me froze. The room blurred. Conversations faded. The world narrowed until nothing existed but her. Black dress.

I can feel the weight of people's stares the moment I get to the glass. I reach my hand behind my neck and unclasp the necklace, holding it in my hand,i draw out a deep breath and remove my earrings too, the chairman hands me an envelope and i carefully place the diamond jewelry inside then slide it in the glass. He looks at me with shock but recovers quickly when he realises it's rude to stare, I turn around and find Hillary watching me carefully. "I knew you were the one," she whispers and my eyebrows tug together in a frown.

Every spark that flew from the saw was a piece of the nobody from Port Haven being forged into a leader. When she finally stepped out of the shed, the sun was beginning to dip, casting long, golden shadows over the mine. The miners were waiting, their cynicism replaced by a tense, quiet curiosity. Ophelia opened her hand. Resting in her palm was a diamond that looked like a shard of the midnight sky. It wasn't round. it was sharp, jagged, and brilliant, with a deep blue heart that seemed to glow from within. It was a masterpiece of contemporary unique value.

"I'm here to ensure no one steals the items from you. Your dress has diamonds on; a slight movement and one will be gone." "Sorry." My word is quiet. I'm just not in the best mood. "It is fine. I am not watching you." Her eyes never leave the other woman's hands. She's watching her. God, I would hate to have her job, forced to dress me in diamonds but not trusted to do it unwatched.

After my 49th fight with my boyfriend, Stefano Conti, I take every luxury item he's given me over the years to a luxury consignment store out of spite. The employee examines them one by one, her expression growing darker with each piece. "Look at the stitching. It's crooked. This is obviously fake. And this isn't a diamond. It's not even moissanite. It's just cubic zirconia. Ma'am, are you messing with us?" I stare at the pile in disbelief, unable to figure out what went wrong. Then, I pack everything into a box and take it straight to Stefano. In the main hall, Stefano is feeding Martina Rizzo slices of bluefin tuna. "I paid two million dollars for this tuna at auction. It's the mo

I was about to speak when my ears picked up a muffled sound from afar and the light footsteps were coming our way. "Damn bats! Fxck!" I heard someone cussing from a distance. "Someone's coming this way," I uttered. "Yeah. I noticed." Isabella said, and we all were alert. "Let's disguise ourselves. We will get in trouble if they see the diamond crystal on our foreheads." I said. Everyone quickly cast a spell to make the diamond crystal invisible. Now, we look normal except for our expensive cloaks. A few minutes later, a woman in a red gown appeared and was stunned to see us. She halted, and she looked dumbstruck. "Wow," she whispered, and her eyes fixated on Ricky.

“Oh no... what if someone found out about her disguise?!” Shaking off the worst of my thoughts, I decided I couldn’t just sit and wait. I needed to check on her, even if it meant going to her workplace. I threw on a royal blue short gown, one of my favorites. It clung perfectly to my curves, with just enough cleavage to make me feel confident. After slipping on my heels, I gave myself one last glance in the mirror. “Charlotte, you better have a good excuse for scaring me like this,” I said aloud.

It wasn’t the wedding, but it might as well have been a rehearsal for power. A charity dinner. One of Alexander Whitlock’s favorite ways to keep his name gleaming. Damien would be there. My mother too. And, most importantly, Alexander himself. I stepped out of the car and straightened my back. My black silk dress caught the light, simple but sharp, hugging me like armor. I didn’t want to look like a bride anymore. I wanted to look untouchable. The cameras clicked as soon as I reached the steps. Reporters whispered. Some called my name.

And I’ve got to think helping you will enrich the power as Goddess of Disguise. “What’s with the behavior, Queen Argen? You’re liking the power? Your red pearls and necklace must’ve been retrieved,” said Deodria as she giggled while looking directly to the people wo have also stand beside Queen Leandra. Headmistress Danie knows this well, that there will be a curse. But she tried to act like it was not so big deal for her to feel how it wasn’t. It was like the blessing comes upon her and was once giving her a chance to live with hope.

As we exchanged rings, I held Yasmin Walsh's hand, and my gaze fell on her wrist. An old silver watch hung there, its dial yellowed with age, its hands forever frozen at 3:07. "Take off the watch," I said. Her smile stiffened. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back. "Jayden Burke, stop it. Everyone is watching." I didn't move. I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch."