Godmother Goddaughter Jewelry Novels & Stories

“Elle, honey, I am not designing another beautiful pendant for your 5-year-old goddaughter. Anything other than that, count me in as long as I can help.” “Don’t worry! Do you think I am that prodigal that I shell out 10 million dollars worth of gifts every other month?” “In that case, I am at your service, little Elle.” “Well, the butterfly necklace that you designed for my goddaughter, I saw it on someone else’s neck today.”

Atlas's voice was cold as he continued, "This jewelry set is a priceless family heirloom of the Cross family. When my grandmother married my grandfather, the Cross family gave it to her as part of the dowry. "When my grandmother was on her deathbed, she handed it over to my father. This must have been what was in the Pierce mansion safe. She dared to wear it so blatantly. Who does she think she is?” Atlas's face was dark as he spoke. I took it, examining it carefully. The jade set was exquisite, flawless, and radiant green throughout. It was clearly a quality piece of jade. "I've sterilized it already. My grandmother's belongings are sacred. Only you are worthy of owning them. Keep it safe,"

“Of course, he is now the alpha. What, did you think that after killing your parents, the throne would be free?” There was something in the way she smirked, the authority in her tone, and the way she swayed her hips from side to side, flaunting the gold anklet that rested on her ankle. All of it made my stomach turn. That anklet had a rare diamond, one that I had only ever seen on my mother’s neck. It had been a gift from my father for her fortieth birthday. For this maid to have it meant that Guapo or Giovanni must have given it to her.

Isla delicately held the phoenix jade pendant against her chest, tracing its smooth surface with her fingertips. She looked at Ada with a pensive expression. "Ada, I really adore this pendant. It makes me feel connected to it in some way. But I don't understand why dad doesn't allow me to wear it outside," she said, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Didn't dad say that this pendant was specially made for you when you were born, and a high-level priest blessed it? He said that as long as you keep it by your bedside, it will protect you and bring you a lifetime of safety," Ada explained with a faint smile.

Aden was a decent gentleman, or he would not have raised Zayden. Giselle pursed her lips and then something seemed to hit her. She clasped Alice’s hand in hers and exclaimed, “That’s right, I have got an idea! Alice, will you help me? Can you go to an antique store for me?” “Antique store?” Giselle went to the closest, opened the drawer took out a wooden box, and said, “Yes.” When Alice she opened it, she saw a slew of jade bracelets inside the box. “My mother gave them to me. I was going to give them to you or Adrian’s future wife. I’m going to give you one and then let you sell the other. This bracelet was worth more than a $3 million decades ago, and should be worth four million today.”

The moment I decided to give my grandmother a limited edition Sapphire and Pearl necklace from Star Light Jewels as a gift, I anticipated this kind of reactions from everyone. This necklace, a limited piece even among VIPs who are in queue to get this into their hands, but this is something I designed personally for my grandmother. Britney glared at me, with suspicion, "Don't tell me you brought a knockoff as a present for my mother's birthday, you should be ashamed of yourself and your actions."

"Since you took that kid on as a godson, you should probably give him a gift to make it official. I picked this up in Europe. It's perfect." When she didn't reach for it, he opened the lid himself. "Top-tier emerald." Trista glanced at it. The stone was stunning—clear, deep, and glowing with an expensive light. It was worth a fortune. But she didn't take it. "I'm the godmother. I'll pick out my own gifts." Cassian's brow furrowed, his voice tight with suppressed frustration. "Trista, the bond isn't even severed yet. Do you really have to draw such a hard line between us?"

Taking it, I slowly get down. “Let’s go,” Dominique said with a squeeze on my hand. We walked into a small store full of jewelry. Why did he bring me here? “Good day Mr.Montiel what can we do for you?” A woman said as she looked at Dominique happily. “I need the best necklaces you have for her,” Dominique said as he looked down at me, “Diamonds if possible.” “Wait, um, Dominique!” I said gripping his arm, “Don’t.”

"Mother?" Her eyes closed momentarily, and she breathed out heavily. "If you take me as your mother, why won't you accept a gift from me? Listen, this is something I do for my Daughter Mirabel, and you are my second daughter now. Okay?" I nodded with a smile before taking the cover off and brought out the jewelry from the box. It was so beautiful that I felt a lump in my throat. "Here, let me help you wear it," Godmother Ruth said, taking the jewelry from my hand. I handed it to her, and she helped me put it on.

Each word cut through my chest like a knife. I stayed beside Xavier’s bed, watching his pale face. His eyes were tightly shut, and dried tear tracks still clung to his lashes. My child should have been born into privilege and glory. Instead, because of my choices, he had suffered this. Dad entered the room and draped a black velvet shawl over my shoulders. “Get changed. From this day on, you’re no longer James’s wife. You’re this family’s Donna and the future Godmother of the mafia families.”