Novel & Cerita Naomi Campbell Blood Diamond

James leaned into my side to murmur and I nodded my head absentmindedly without taking my eyes off the exquisite diamond. “This is called bloom.” Hayley started to say into the microphone and the crowd suddenly grew quiet. After a few minutes, she continued. “”It’s one of the rare pieces that has been passed down from generations to generations because for some weird reasons, the news experts had tried remaking and creating more replicas of it, countless times, but it just never turned out this way.”

“Hehe, Mr. Carter. I will take a step back. If you don’t have so much cash, you can pay us in other forms.” When I heard this, my frown deepened. “For example?” I heard that you got a Precious Pearl in the audition on a two-hundred-carat pink diamond. They should be worth $200 million.” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but frown. “This was the ultimate treasure of the Carter family. “No, I can give you the money, but not this.” “You can’t?” The kidnapper seemed to sing his hand and slapped Martha. “Smack!” There was a crispy sound.

Being two years older than me at sixteen, she’s had two years to weed out any facility who didn’t learn to look the other way. Struggling back to my feet, the weight from carrying all of her and her three friend’s bags making it more difficult, I worked to steady by breathing again. All I did was answer her question about why it was so difficult to get a hold of her favorite color of nail polish. Her perfectly manicured nails, freshly touched up just this morning before school started, was the reason I knew she wouldn’t be the one to personally hit me. “I was just explaining, ma’am,” I said in my smallest voice. “That we’ve been at war with the Bloodmoon Vampires and the rebel Werewolf Packs

I didn't quite understand what he was saying, but without a second's delay, I turned and ran to Lowa's bedroom. "I am Sibyl. Princess of the Campbell Dynasty. Wife of Nuri Rodriguez. I want to see your Queen." I identified myself to the soldiers. The soldiers looked at each other, not sure if what I said was true or not. “I knew you were no ordinary woman. The diamond around your neck is the Dragon Scale. I was waiting for you to tell me who you are, but I didn't expect you to be King Rodriguez's wife.”

His shoulders were tense and his jaw was locked tightly like he wanted to shatter his skull with the force. Her grandfather had been right. The reporter was shell shocked and backed away shakily, stepping on wires and disconnecting his camera. That was no ordinary ring. It was a blue trace boron diamond. No ordinary person was touching this ring or wearing it anywhere. Especially not a disgraced and nearly disowned child. Hartie’s eyes were narrowed ever so slightly, not quite blatantly showing her surprise. The perfect actress. She should have gone into the entertainment industry instead. The ripple of gasps hadn’t even settled before Camille’s heels clicked against the marble.

The Incomparable Diamond necklace was legendary in its own right, home to the world’s largest internally flawless diamond, a staggering 407 carats, set in warm rose gold and framed by smaller stones meant to amplify its brilliance. It was the kind of piece that stopped conversations mid-sentence. And yet, sitting across from Cassie, even that masterpiece paled beside the Heritage Bloom resting against her collarbone. Nathaniel knew it. He felt it the moment his eyes landed on her.

Every handshake, every smile was a calculated move. Halfway through the evening, a woman approached — tall, silver hair, diamonds that could fund small wars. “Mr. Whitlock,” she purred. “I didn’t expect you to bring company.” “Mrs. Greaves,” he said evenly. “You remember Elara Vale.” Her eyes flicked to me. Recognition. Pity. Maybe envy. “Ah yes, the infamous bride.” I smiled sweetly. “Infamy looks good on me.” Alexander’s mouth twitched — approval disguised as restraint.

But the ribboned box had gone to Naomi instead, with a fond pat on the head and a “for our little star.” Amanda had smiled then, pretending she didn’t mind. She had even clapped when Naomi opened a velvet dress meant for a princess. Later, alone in her room, she had cried until her throat hurt. It was the first time she realised she would always be standing in someone else’s shadow. She crossed to her desk and stared at the framed photos lined up there. Not one of them was recent but laying right next to it were new pictures. Of Naomi. Naomi stepping into Damon’s car at the company's parking lot. Naomi smiling at Damon. A short article on Naomi, the supposed heir of the Pearl group had how s

"If Naomi agrees to mate with Charles and brings the moonstone as her dowry, our Sterling family will establish a two-million-dollar healing fund for her." My stepmother and father both gasped. Their combined income was barely fifty thousand a month. But Charles suddenly scoffed. "Mom, that’s just a myth. How else would a nobody like Naomi snag an Alpha willing to mate with her if not for some sob story? The only mate I want is Quinn." Victoria turned her gaze to me. "Naomi, is it true? There’s no moonstone?" My grandmother was a renowned healer among the packs. The moonstone she left me was legendary. Even the Elder Council in the Capital had once summoned her to treat an important figure.

“New city. New name if I have to. Just me and the baby. Safe.” Marlene cried quietly, arms around both of us. “Call when you land,” I said. “Every week. Every day if you want.” “I will,” Ruby promised. “I love you both. Tell Reina every day you visit her grave that her sister Ruby’s gonna make her proud.” She slipped away through a side gate, into a waiting car Dre had arranged, no trace. Caspian saw her. He was across the lawn with his brothers, accepting congratulations on behalf of the Blackwood family, looking every bit the untouchable heir even with his father in prison.