Romans & histoires Priceless Treasure

Within it lay a timeless symbol of commitment, a token that promised eternity. Bella's breath caught as she witnessed the unveiling of the velvet box. Avery's eyes met hers, a silent acknowledgment of the sentiment encased within. The box revealed a delicate yet dazzling piece of jewelry—a necklace that sparkled in the soft illumination of the fairy lights. Its design was intricate, a testament to craftsmanship and elegance, but it was the sentimental significance that rendered it priceless.

“Oh, sweetheart. You, your generation as a whole cannot afford the Splendor Pearl that we are going to offer to the Moon Heiress as a gift.” Splendor Pearl? Isn’t that like the precious heirloom of that Crescent Moon Pack? One that every other packs have always wanted to get from them? Just to curry favor with me, they could even give away such a treasure. “Well, let me burst your bubble. No matter whatever gift it is you want to offer, Miss Megan can give double of it.” Alice and Kayla burst into laughter to the amazement of everyone. “This worthless, wolfless tramp has nothing to offer.”

The auction kicked off. I tuned out the early lots; my interest piqued only when the auctioneer's voice rose with anticipation. "And now, the crown jewel of tonight's event: the Mermaid's Tear pink diamond!" As the lights dimmed and a single spotlight shone on the stage, a pink diamond the size of a pigeon's egg emerged, casting enchanting lights around the room. I inhaled sharply, my hand poised over the switch. Three, two, one……

"Whatever I desire, cost doesn't matter. Whatever I don't, no matter how cheap, I won't touch it." Blake raised a brow, amused. "Oh? Loaded words, Josh. So tell me—who's priceless in your heart, and who doesn't even deserve a glance?"

The casual gesture stopped her mid-sentence. Her hands shook as she picked up the papers. The title made her heart skip: "Transfer of Ownership - Hart's Wine Corporation." "I've signed the company over to you," her father said quietly, finally meeting her eyes. "Everything you've ever wanted. All it needs is my final approval." Freya's heart pounded against her ribs. The family company – her dream since childhood, the legacy she'd worked toward her entire life – was right there in black and white. But she knew her father too well. There had to be a catch.

That was something that he pondered for a long time without finding an answer. "If you want to know the truth, answer my question first." Edsel furrowed his brow: "Looking at your face, I suppose your solution is... not very good? Don't tell me you intend to give that thing to..." Matthew promptly shook his head: "No." "Inside it is a truly priceless treasure." Edsel asserted. "Yes, it's a priceless treasure." Matthew nodded, he wasn't wrong in his assertion: "They are all antiquities that have been hidden for many years.

"She spent all the pack's reserves on those faulty engines. She’s desperate now." He leaned in closer, his breath smelling like the sharp grain of the whiskey. He said she traded the "Heart of the Pack", a famous moonstone treasure, to get cash. My eyes widened in genuine shock. That stone was the soul of our people, a relic that was never supposed to leave the vault.

‘With all this priceless…stuff?’

Andrew shook his head, "I already said that authentication requires thorough investigation, digging deep until you find the true treasure. You were blind to see this as just an ordinary bronze statue, calling it trash. But you failed to recognize this priceless pearl inside. It only proves you're nothing but hot air!" At the mention of the priceless pearl, many people were visibly shocked.

The necklace had been here all the time, sitting inside a golden glass stand. A voice boomed from an invisible speaker inside the wall. “Gentlemen, welcome to the grand auction of this one-in-the-world necklace “Treasure”... Designed by the Mysterious ‘Crystal’ and voted as the most exquisite jewelry in the world, who wouldn't want to get it for his beloved?” The voice chuckled. “Without further ado, let the bidding begin. Remember, every penny you spend is going to charity, so don't be miserly.” After the voice stopped speaking, more lights lit up in the hall, shining on hundreds of chairs.