Novel & Cerita Golden Marriage

It was a beautiful red dress that was my size as well. Underneath there was a letter; Happy birthday. Wear these tomorrow to your birthday party with no signature or anything on it. I placed it back in the box and opened the jewellery box to see a beautiful diamond bracelet. "what the fuck," I mumbled to myself inside the box was a diamond tester, I laughed to myself What crazy person is sending me real diamonds? I tested the diamonds and they were in fact real. what the fuck?

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

I swear I didn't take anything! I snatched my watch from his grasp and pointed to the bling. "Each one of these diamonds is worth 10 million bucks, Henry. You're in deep trouble." In the chaos of his panic, Henry blurted out something stupid in front of Rowena. "Ms. Smith, I'm begging you. Please help me. Jayden and Clara were an item for four years. They're still not over each other. "He's all wrong for you. If you choose me, I'll be loyal, I promise!"

David answered shortly and true enough that was everything he knew about this trinket of his. "This is Tundra Gold. One of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Don Fabello himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the Don's greed was insatiable and so the heathen gods placed upon the gold at terrible curse. Any mortal that removes even a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity. "I hardly believed in ghost stories anymore." Jace seemed to be only talking to himself but it was still loud enough for the captain to hear.

Especially when I knew he spent triple that amount on his side chicks. He snapped his fingers again. Another box appeared. This one held heels. The design on them practically shouted luxury, quality build. Spend on me, baby. I’m just a baby girl. A third box followed. Gold bars this time. I stared at them, the weight of the moment sinking in. If anyone wanted to call me a gold digger now, they could. I was literally collecting gold from my husband’s return. “I’m sorry this is all I could bring back,” Quinn said, watching me. “But I’ll try better next time.”

Her eyes widened comically as she took in the balance. "Holy moonstone!" she exclaimed. "That's enough to buy half the territory! What did you do, threaten to expose all his pack secrets?" "He just... transferred it," I said, still bewildered. "After I specifically told him I wanted to be independent." Sarah's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Well, well, well. Looks like Daddy Gold is trying to stay in your good graces." "Daddy Gold?" I repeated, incredulous. "That's what the she-wolves at the Silver Moon Club call him," Sarah explained with a shrug. "Rich, powerful Alpha who provides for his favorites. Though usually not quite this generously."

Bright lights reflected against rows of expensive jewelry displayed behind spotless glass. The workers welcomed them almost instantly. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and luxury pieces were brought out one after another. Everything sparkled brilliantly beneath the showroom lights. Mei touched one carefully. “This probably costs someone’s yearly salary.” Clara looked at the jewelry calmly. “Then don’t drop it.” Mei gasped loudly. “See wickedness.” Clara laughed again. By the time they finished selecting what they wanted, Clara brought out her card immediately. Mei tried stopping her. “No no, let me pay for us.”

They asked for the lineage of the Southern Isles, the chemical composition of the crown’s coinage, and the specific dates of the Great Guild Wars. Julian didn't stumble. He answered with the rhythmic precision of a hammer hitting an anvil. When Lord Corvis tried to trip him up on the "Taxation Acts of the Second Era," Julian corrected him on the specific percentage of the silver-tithe, citing a ledger his father had kept in the cellar. "You speak of gold as if it were a person," the Duke of Westfall sneered, leaning forward. "Gold has a memory, Grace," Julian replied, his voice steady. "It carries the marks of those who handled it poorly and the shine of those who respected it. Just like a k

the host announces. Alaric leans closer to me and whispers, “Anything you want, tell me. I will buy it.” “You don’t have to. I have my own money. Plus, it’s on behalf of my pack. Except you want to get me something personal.” “Personal it is.” “Two million taels of gold,” a voice says from behind. It’s Isolde. She’s staking her gold already. “Three million,” I counter, raising my card. “Five million,” another person bargains.

Sitting in the seat that once belonged to my mother. Deep sigh. I will destroy it all. Even if I have to defile logic itself. There’s a deal. The Grand Gold Gala Awarding ceremony. Being his son gives me an advantage—a direct pass to acquire an even stronger ally and join the Cardinal Seven, the elite power circle he’s part of. They gave me two conditions. First, get married. Second, win the GGG. I have to produce the rarest jewelry ever created.