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He took it and strolled over to Pearl. “I wasn’t sure this would get here in time, but Pearl I got you a little something,” he said, getting between us. Pearl blushed and took it, standing to give him a hug. She opened the bag and there was a red leather bound journal and it had a pen dangling from a ribbon. There was a silver engraving that said, “Pearls of Wisdom.” Fuck that’s cute. Classic Slade too. He’s thoughtful as shit. Of course Pearl burst into tears and stood to hug him again. I got up and hugged them both.

Some called my name. “Elara!” “Is the wedding still on?” “Are you and Damien okay?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t even flinch. I just smiled — the kind of smile my mother had taught me years ago, the one that showed nothing and everything at the same time. Inside, the ballroom was warm and elegant, full of expensive laughter and perfume that cost more than rent. Crystal chandeliers hung like captured stars. Couples mingled over champagne. Waiters offered me a glass before I could even think.

Enjoy that. I blocked the number immediately. But the words lingered. *You had a diamond and treated it like glass.*

Chapter 76: The Cracks in the High-Rise The velvet box sat open on the glass coffee table. Its contents caught the light of the Manhattan penthouse. Inside was a 1932-cut diamond. It was unpolished, jagged and held a multi-billion-dollar secret. Elena stood a foot away. Her arms were crossed tightly as she stared at the diamond. For months Julian's family had looked down on her. They treated her like a distraction in his life. The Vane dynasty valued perfection. Arranged corporate mergers. They wanted a woman who could be molded into a piece of background decoration. They had no idea that this rough diamond was the Julian needed to tear down his fathers facade.

The diamond is flawless, clear as water, and when the light hits it just right, it throws rainbows across the walls. "Now everyone will know you belong to me," he says, fastening the clasp behind my neck. I look at myself in the mirror. The diamond rests against my collarbone, heavy and cool and completely absurd. It is the most ridiculous thing I have ever worn but it is also the most beautiful. "I am not a piece of property, Lysander," I say, but I am smiling. He wraps his arms around me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder. His gray eyes meet mine in the mirror, and he is grinning, that boyish grin that makes him look so much younger than he is.

She folded her hands in front of her, maintaining her poise, though her subtle retreat didn’t go unnoticed by a few observant eyes. "I can't believe someone has already noticed such intricate details," Pete chimed, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and pride. He tightened his grip on the microphone, addressing the room with renewed energy. "Yes, the oval-shaped diamonds do hold a special meaning. They’re called the ‘Brightest Star in the Sky.’" A collective murmur of admiration swept through the audience, the poetic explanation adding an extra layer of allure to the already breathtaking design. Pete continued, his tone earnest. "They symbolize guidance, brilliance, and timeless elegance—

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

I am too used to playing the martyr, I fear. "You've seen the news?" Mikhail asked. His friend grinned. "Of course. Bet you leaped at the chance to see the jewels for yourself." "I already have." Mikhail's smile slipped at the memory of how the pearls had looked. Once a bag of opalescent joy he'd carried in a large red cloth bag, now a pinkish-gray and sunken looking. It was enough to break a dragon's heart. Jewels were meant to be guarded and cherished, not tarnished.

"I think we should destroy the pearl necklace. Without it, Scylla can't control the kaiju." I lean against his cheek, placing my palms over his warm skin. It's a sort of weird hug, but it still feels like we are close. "You think you can destroy it?" Hayden silently takes the necklace from one of his curls, where we tied it, and I peer at the shining pearls. They are beautiful, and I wonder if Hayden can destroy them. "Should I try to destroy it?" I lick my lips. "Do it." My breaths are heavy with worry, but relief floods me the second when the pearls turn to pink, gleaming dust between Hayden's digits. The sand blows away, and finally, I'm calm again.

Elrod commanded. I opened my right hand where the holographic pearls are and as soon as I did, the brown stone flew on it and inserted itself into one of the pearls, making one white pearl into a brown one and came dancing on my palm like they were swimming on a water. I stared at it for long, jaw dropped in so much amusement.