Not All Diamonds And Rose Novels & Stories

He urged, making Rose open her eyes slowly, anticipating a necklace or any piece of jewellery as usual, but as she flicked the cover, what she saw was totally incomprehensible to her. * ROSALIA diamond & co * It was a logo curved with gold and adorned with diamonds. Rose took a moment to understand, then, asked eagerly, "Are you starting a new company by my name?" Recalling the moment when she just casually suggested the business of diamonds, Rose could not help but smile. She never ever imagined that Kevin would actually give it a thought, buy her idea and work with it in reality. "No, not me. You are starting a new brand of diamonds," He very excitedly announced.

Chloe flew back several meters from the kick, clutching her chest as blood spilled from her lips. Her vision blurred as pain stabbed through every organ in her body. Since being locked up here, she'd endured torment no human should face. She was terrified—but still, she'd held on to the hope that Mickey might remember the bond they once had. But now, it was clear. That bond had never truly existed. Everything between them had come from that diary. From Rose. And she wasn't Rose.

The diamonds tightly gripping the letter represented a permanent, unbroken bond. Meanwhile, the ruby roses symbolized a dangerous, burning passion—a beauty that inherently possessed thorns. The message written into the jewels was terrifyingly absolute: Your identity is bound to mine forever. You are my passion, and you belong to me. As she stared down at the shimmering display, Moza’s emotions violently clashed. On one hand, she felt intensely intimidated by his overwhelming dominance, yet on the other, she found herself thoroughly ensnared by the sheer, possessive weight of his gesture.

Rose growled in annoyance as the two men haughtily entered the room she had just walked into. Rose's face paled as she looked at all the clothes that had been scattered all over the floor. "No!" Her feelings got even worse when the debt collectors found Theo's two gifts. They were even still intact, untouched. And they had the nerve to take them. "Don't take them, they're not mine!" Rose moved quickly, including herself in the tug of war. "Give it back!" she said, not giving up. "Cheap whore. Which businessman did you manage to seduce into giving you the money and this very expensive real diamond."

She simply smiled warmly and replied, "Unfortunately, Axel gave me much more than just money. That's why I won't break up with him. And trust me, you won't be able to offer what he has." "What is it—diamonds, gold, silver? Whatever exists in this world, Axel can provide for you; I can do it too," Rosa confidently and arrogantly declared. "You don't know; I'm also wealthy. My assets are even more abundant than Axel's." "Trust, goodness, and love," Daisy gently interrupted with a sweet smile. "I'm sure you can't provide those for me." "What the heck is that? This is ridiculous!" Rosa was shocked by Daisy's response. She thought Daisy was playing a prank on her and became even more annoyed. "Ar

The wheels are coated with gold and the dome itself is adorned with blue diamonds. “This way, Rose,” Dmitri says. Roseanne is a little hesitant because she is not accustomed to someone calling her Rose yet, he calls her so casually. She walks past him, her cheeks still red and climbs into the carriage. Dmitri follows her in. He seems to be wanting to talk to her but Roseanne looks away. The memory of the kiss is haunting her and she wants to erase that horrendous moment from her life. How did she even kiss him back? Why is the mate bond making her so weak?

With a body like hers, she knew many men would be slaves to her charms, and suddenly; she felt a surge of hate toward her, and to think that she had been by her side, and had comforted her throughout this period when she had caused Pascal’s death, left a sour taste in Rose’s mind’s mouth buds. What she had to do was to call her editor, and hand over the prints to him, but she couldn’t resist the temptation to gloat. To tell Jamie he was going down. She placed a call across to him. … “They are small, but these are high-end diamonds.” Rico poured the diamonds into his palm from the small leather bag. “Each of them cost ten thousand dollars. There are thirty of them. That is three hundred thous

As she said that, the ceremonial lady promptly presented a diamond ring. Rose’s eyes lit up when she saw the oversized ring. She was amazed. How could this miser have willingly bought a ring of that size for her? “This must be a zirconium ring, right?” She held it up and examined it. “Diamond!” Jay retorted. Rose returned the ring into its box, saying nervously, “This must have cost a fortune?” “Mm.” Jay nodded. She whispered near him, “I’ll say this first. Once I wear that ring on my finger, it’s mine. Even if I lose it, don’t ask me to compensate you for it.”

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

I noticed the note in the center of the flowers and the gold chain that was wrapped around the stems. * Come be a family one last time, my little pumpkin -Dly* upon further inspection, I unclasped the chain and held up a single 3 karat sapphire rose charm. I smiled as the tears began to well up in my eyes. Dylan was playing games with my heart. he was acting like the mysterious romantic man he used to be now. playing a treasure hunt with me like I didn't already know where to find him. I got back on my rickshaw and proceeded to the Comodo Place Hotel. Dylan would be there waiting for me, hopefully, and not another clue.