Novel & Cerita Moulin Rouge Sparkling Diamonds

A night where reputations were made, alliances sealed, and secrets buried—or unearthed. Marlene stood near the grand staircase in a midnight-blue gown that hugged her like a second skin, hair swept up with diamonds glinting at her throat. Ethan was beside her, sharp in all black, his hand resting possessively at the small of her back. Ruby had come with them—pale but smiling, insisting she felt better. Dre hovered nearby, scanning the crowd like always. Across the room, the Blackwood brothers held court—Caspian cool and commanding, Thane networking, Miguel and Liam laughing with sponsors, Hans fresh off a match win and surrounded by admirers.

The drive was long and neither Drew nor I said anything to each other, it was about twenty-five minutes past five pm when we got to the destination and I saw Nicholas standing by his car and making a call. It was a five-star restaurant which has a club in it and maybe a hotel as well, we got out of the car and approached Nicholas who was walking towards us as well. Him and Drew did their bro handshake thing while he engulfed me in a big bear hug, then we all walked into the restaurant to an already reserved spot. Soon, we were given the menu to place our orders, I ordered for some baked spaghetti with paneer balls in Spanish sauce, Nicholas ordered chickpea soup, roast turkey with cranberry

Moxxi finally calmed down at that and made a call. Soon, the chauffeur entered with six bottles of Dom Perignon P3 and two bottles of Romanee-Conti. The manager had heard that those were the best champagnes and red wine, and anything else paled in comparison. Still, it was the first time he had seen those, and he was certainly shocked by Frank, Jada, and Moxxi's extravagance. Thank goodness that he had good judgment and quickly saw that those three had more money to spend than the rest.

He was only left with one more step. Monica dropped the glass of champagne gently on the glass table in front of her, stealing a glance at Sly, whose face was still buried in the magazine. As soon as Marina returned with the rings, Monica realized her mistake. The rings were perfectly crafted with gold platinum and red diamond. Even Sly's was lined with red diamonds. The three rings were a matching piece. One that was carefully designed for a loving couple.

"You simply must try the champagne, my dear. It is imported directly from the finest French vineyards. No expense spared for tonight's celebration." "How incredibly thoughtful." I accepted the crystal flute from a passing server, letting my fingers brush his wrist casually. He did not even notice the tiny listening device I slipped from his tray into my palm with practiced ease. "I do so love French bubbles. They have such delicate notes." The Silvermoon Pack house had not changed much in ten long years. Same marble floors that could blind you with their polished shine, same golden fixtures that screamed old money and established power, same portraits of dead Alphas glowering judgmentally fr

"Monsieur! Are you... eh... swimming for ze diamond?" Evelyn walked to the edge of the water, looking down at her soaking wet suitor. She looked up at the sky, where Francis was now a small white speck heading toward New Jersey. Then she looked at me. She saw the remote sticking out of my pocket. She didn't say a word. She just leaned down, picked up a glass of champagne from a nearby table, took a sip, and walked back inside. "The bird..." Alaric gurgled, treading water. "Pierre... the ring was worth four million dollars."

TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW The sharp thwack of the gavel echoed across the grand ballroom, silencing the murmurs of anticipation. The sound rippled through the room, commanding attention as the emcee's voice boomed from the stage. "Sold for five million dollars to the Vasquez family at Table Eleven!" he announced, his polished tone laced with a hint of theatrical charm. The spotlight shifted to the Vasquez table, where an elegant woman with an air of quiet dominance raised her glass in acknowledgment. Her dark red lips curved into a smug smile that only enhanced the diamond's allure—the cerulean gem now hers to flaunt.

Mia recognizes the type—not Raiders, not staff, just people who are good at ending up near interesting situations. She takes the glass. "Thank you. It's been a team effort." She looks at the champagne. Clear, normal color, nothing visibly wrong. Claire is holding her own glass, already drinking from it. Mia takes a sip. The first hit is stronger than she expects—a burn that goes straight down, sharper than any champagne she's had, and she's had enough in Milan to know the difference. She keeps her expression neutral. "Not to your taste?" Claire's eyebrows rise with performed concern. "It's Dom Pérignon from the Weston cellar. Thousands a bottle. Elias specifically requested it for tonight."

She saw Vivienne and stopped. *Look at her,* Kallie said. *Standing in her own mate's house like she needs permission to breathe.* Vivienne kept her eyes on Killian. He looked inside the bag. "Maison Francis Kurkdjian," he said. "The Baccarat Rouge limited edition. Signed by the master perfumer himself. There were only forty released." She tilted her head. "I had to call in a favor in Paris." He looked at her for a moment. "You didn't have to do that."

A hope. Evelyn clapped her hands together, the sound sharp and decisive. "Right! Tea is inadequate. We need champagne! Well, I need champagne. Sophie, darling, Marguerite makes a spectacular alcohol-free sparkling elderflower concoction. You’ll adore it." She moved towards a discreet intercom panel hidden behind a giant monster leaf. "Marguerite? The ’09 Dom Pérignon. Immediately. And the special elderflower for Sophie. We are celebrating a seismic event!" As she spoke into the intercom, Damian drew me closer. He slid his arm fully around my waist, his large hand settling possessively over my lower belly.