Novel & Cerita Golden Empress

"In the North, we dig our wealth from the earth. We don't beg for it from the treasury." Elara flushed. "I... I don't beg. Lysander gives me gifts because he loves me." "Does he?" Vespera stepped closer. She loomed over the smaller woman. "Or does he dress you up to hide the fact that you have nothing of your own?" Vespera’s eyes flicked to Elara’s gold dress. "And be careful, Saintess," Vespera whispered, loud enough for the inner circle to hear. "Gold is the color of the Empress. You are wearing a crown before you have the ring."

However, he did not expect to hit the jackpot with the rarest type of emerald. "Oh my god!" Yvonne's mouth fell open in disbelief. She grabbed Elio's arm tightly. "Is this for real? Is that really trapiche emerald? Will we make a profit?" "Yes, we'll earn millions off of this!" Elio replied with a smile. "Yes, we're rich! You're the best! I love you sooo much!" Yvonne was overjoyed. She kissed Elio's cheek with her bright red lips. Elio froze, blushing despite himself. He looked around in a hurry. Thankfully, everyone was focused on the gem, and no one was looking at him. He hastily wiped away the lipstick mark with his hand.

(Grace's POV) "At this point, the only hope is that Olivia Stone will stop bidding on that Emerald Legacy Collection," Charlotte murmured beside me, her voice barely audible over the excited chatter filling Crescent Hall. I nodded, though we both knew it was wishful thinking. The emerald jewelry set, renowned for its subtle healing properties beneficial to werewolves, would start at ten million dollars. My stomach tightened as I thought about my grandmother Eleanor. Her seventieth birthday deserved something special, and this collection would be perfect. The deep green stones would complement her eyes—the same eyes she'd passed down to me.

Nicko turned off the engine of his car as soon as he arrived at the center for buying and selling gold and precious stones. The five of them agreed to go on foot and follow Edmund’s directions, which determined where the gem would be examined. “We’re going to the First Gems,” Edmund said in lead. First Gems is the largest gem shop in the area, as well as the most famous gem shop in westcoast town. A shop that has always been a destination for gemstone collectors.

No! "What is up with you and Goliath?" Em's eyes wrack over my body, trying to figure out the answer to her question. 'We don't care who your mate is, you're ours!' Goliath is ready to rip through me and claim her right here. Gem comes forward, making those emerald green eyes darken a little bit. Then a gold ring starts circling her pupils, making her even more gorgeous. Sometimes, I make Goliath come forward to see her like that. Neither of us is backing down. She wants to know what is going on with me, rightfully so since I've been breathing down her neck since she got home, and I'm not backing down until I know she won't run off with Archie.

I guess she didn't know that it was all her. We walked outside. "It's all for you," I said while looking at her. I saw how she stopped and looked at me with big eyes. “M-Ma’am… i-it’s f-fifty thousand—” "It's my gift," I cut her words. I saw that the driver was also surprised.

This video showed that bastard asking her questions as she laid chain against the wall. Allorah looked fierce. Her anger evident. I tried getting a close up, because I noticed something glow. “You see it, right?” Sebastian said with a smile. “Yes, what’s that?” I asked. “That if my guess is not wrong is a Gem,” Sebastian said with a smirk. Jewel? For what? It confused me, what was this all about? “Did you find anything else?” I asked. “Still looking into it, when I have, I will let you know,” Sebastian said as he stood up and grabbed the laptop, “If you excuse me now, I have to go, got some meetings.”

I remembered Stephens saying, “This stone, Mr. Blackwood is rare; its Padparadscha sapphire. It symbolizes eternal passion and grace. It’s one of the rarest sapphires in the world, perfect for a woman who inspires both.” He was right. It was perfect for Carrie. The second box held a bracelet, a delicate band of platinum interwoven with green Colombian emeralds and rose-cut diamonds. The pattern reminded me of leaves after rain, fresh and alive. Stephens had told me he had to source the emeralds through one of his oldest contacts in Bogotá. “They’re nearly flawless,” he’d said, “the kind collectors chase for years.”

I cleared my throat, forcing my heart rate to slow down. "It is adequate," I said, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears. She looked disappointed by the subdued reaction. She didn't know that adequate was the only word I could manage without revealing that I wanted to cross the room and tear the dress off her. I walked over to the safe in the closet. I punched in the code and pulled out a velvet box. "Come here," I commanded. She walked over. I opened the box. Inside sat the Knight Emeralds—a necklace of diamonds and Colombian emeralds that had belonged to my grandmother. It was worth more than the entire estate.

It’s a beautifully flawed, delicate piece of jewelry that stands out like a ghost among the modern, multi-carat diamonds surrounding it. “This... this looks exactly like Harper’s ring,” I say, my chest tightening as I read the clinical, cold description underneath the image. Vintage Gold and Emerald Heirloom. Minimum opening bid: Five thousand dollars. “That’s because it is her ring, boss,” Max explains, his voice dropping into a serious, guarded register. “Our intel team intercepted the catalog updates an hour ago. Apparently, her little corporate buddy Julian Frost invited her to the gala as his personal guest, and she clearly agreed to the date.”