Eli Goldsworthy Necklace Novels & Stories

“You heard her.” I offered her a smile in return, relieved to see her. Emily’s mouth twisted. “You can wave that phone around all you want. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re wearing a counterfeit piece and pretending you’re something you’re not.” Olivia shot her a look. “It’s not a counterfeit. The necklace was a gift. From Leon Rosenthal. You know—as in the owner of Rosenthal Global Holdings.” That landed. The room went still for a beat. And then came the murmurs of disbelief.

The spotlight hit the piece they revealed—a necklace so beautiful it almost didn’t seem real. “This,” the auctioneer began, his voice full of admiration, “is the Celestial Grace, the late Queen Elizabeth’s most cherished necklace. Its centerpiece is a flawless red diamond, surrounded by smaller diamonds that shine like stars. It represents royalty and strength.” The entire room seemed to hold its breath. The necklace sparkled brilliantly, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It wasn’t just jewelry; it felt like a piece of history, something far beyond anything I’d ever seen.

What a pointless move, so foolish! Elio simply smiled, pulled out a jewelry box from his plain shoulder bag, and placed it on the table. As everyone watched, he opened it, releasing a brilliant light. Inside lay a necklace that appeared incredibly valuable, capturing everyone's attention. "Here is the jade necklace I'm giving to Evelyn, worth a whopping $750,000!"

His hands were so delicate as they removed the necklace from the bust, "From our Icon Collection, The Winston Cluster Diamond necklace. It has a hundred ninety-five pearl-shaped diamonds set in platinum," he explained while placing it around her neck, "You're favorite ruby drop earrings to match." "For you, my dear," he turned towards me, and a woman holding another jewelry set followed. "From the New York Collection, the Cathedral Necklace. Five pear-shaped Colombian emerald, baguette, and marquis diamonds set in platinum," he explained the beauty of the necklace to me as he made his way over, "Your hair, love."

"Your order was ready, Mr. Rivers. Do you want her to put them on now?" "No, thank you. I'll put them on her myself. It's kind of my thing." I removed her collar and handed it to Julia to hold. I took a necklace out of the larger of the three boxes. Inside was a gold necklace. Engraved on the inside where no one would see it, were the words 'sex slave'. On the slide was a tiny pair of diamond or ruby manacles. The back locked with a tiny gold padlock. I put the diamond manacles on it and fastened it around her neck and locked it. "Diamonds for white silk, rubies for red," I whispered.

She looked up at Jason with a shocked face. "M-Mr. Just, are you out of your mind?" Her bewildered words tumbled out incoherently. Inside lay a stunning pink diamond necklace, one that she had seen before at a grand auction in England. She had instantly fallen in love with it, and when Stanley noticed her interest, he began bidding. But someone else had competed against him, driving the price up to more than ten times the necklace's true value. Towards the end, Stanley hesitated. Although Iris really liked the necklace, she had ultimately decided to let it go.

I drove to an expensive jewellery store to shop for some costly jewellery for her, in appreciation of what she had done for me. “How much for this one?” I pointed at a dainty diamond necklace I knew Evelyn would like. “A million bucks,” the shop tender replied curtly. “I'd have them,” I said immediately. I strolled around the store and found a beautiful golden necklace that was displayed alongside its matching earrings. I knew at once that Evelyn would give anything to own one of its kind, so I decided to get it for her. I also got some diamond bracelets, a lovely golden wrist watch and a highly priced diamond ring.

And yet, I did. She stood there, regal and untouchable, every inch the queen she had become without me. The emerald necklace around her neck caught the light – a delicate thing, far too simple for the fierce woman she was. Still, it gleamed with a quiet elegance that matched her perfectly. It also struck a nerve, the sharp recognition making my jaw clench. I knew that piece. It was from Emerald Ventures, my company. One of the earlier ones, the unique piece I had given to Miss Claudia Williams to strike a bargain with her. It made me wonder just what exactly had transpired that it was now in the hands– or more precisely, on the neck of my mate.

It would be the most suitable present for Tyr to give to Winifred on their wedding day. However, Emerald Tower did not plan to sell that necklace. They had collaborated with T. Voegele to put it for display instead. In their previous exhibition, this necklace had caused quite an uproar. If Tyr wanted this necklace, they would need to first deal with Emerald Tower. After all, this was a priceless piece. Purchasing it would not be an easy task.

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera