Novel & Cerita Shattered Pink Diamond

The lid popped open, revealing a stunning pink diamond that rolled onto the floor. Shawn's eyes widened in disbelief. "Isn't that… the famous pink diamond from Radiant Jewelers? The one they call the Jayrodale's King of Diamonds?" He gasped and questioned, "It's a 7.5-million-dollar diamond? How the hell did you get your hands on that?" The commotion drew the attention of Stevens Corporation employees and passersby. They gathered around, gawking at the jewel that had been the fantasy of countless women in Jayrodale, a dream gift from a Prince Charming that no one could afford.

It probably wouldn't have been ideal for anyone else, and hell, Nikki may hate me for not making more of a production out of it, but either way, I stuck my hand into my pocket. She focused on our son, yet I knew the moment she saw the diamond that glittered in the white-gold setting. I heard the gasp seconds before she moved her fingers to her mouth. When she pulled back enough for me to see her eyes, radiant blues and deep greys feathered from her pupils, and tears pooled, threatening to cascade down her cheeks. I hated to see her cry, but this was when she was the most beautiful...when she was vulnerable.

She smirked. She picked her phone and called a line. “I need top international assassins. I mean the strongest killer in the universe. I am willing to pay any amount. I want you to eliminate Benjamin Miller. The world young billionaire in America. I need it to be done as soon as possible.” She instructed and hanged up. “Ha! Benjamin, just wait for your death. I will burry you myself. Your family do not care about you so it will be easy to do so. Before they would find out you have return it would be too late.” Vivian said with an evil grin.

He thought of the ring still sitting on her finger somewhere out there in the dark, of their daughter, of a name they'd chosen together only two nights ago, Iris, for a woman who would grow up hearing stories about a grandfather she'd never met. He thought, with a clarity that terrified him more than anything else that night, that he had never in his life wanted to hurt another human being the way he currently wanted to hurt Michael Adams. Behind him, Emma had gone to her knees against the eatery's outer wall, sobbing now in a way that felt entirely too late to matter, and the owner had emerged from wherever she'd been hiding, one hand pressed to her mouth in horror at the scene unfolding in

Then, all of a sudden, from under a shard of broken bone, he picked up a small bracelet. I hadn't expected it to survive the explosion. Somehow, just faintly, the initials of my name engraved on the pendant could still be seen. He gave me that bracelet on the day we became mates. He should recognize it, right? One of his subordinates leaned in. "Sir, is there something wrong with that bracelet?" "It just… looks familiar." A female patrol officer glanced at it and said casually, "That's normal. It's one of the cheapest styles in the local jewelry store."

I threw out a few more bids just for show, then let it go. Final price: Ethan won the pink diamond for seventy million dollars. "Vivian, done pretending to be rich? What happened, run out of money and had to leave?"

My men stood guard at the door, their bodies tense and ready. "Yoh, Paolo..." I said, thrilled with anger. I walked towards him. My shoes stepped on broken glass that crunched under my feet. Paolo was on his knees, still begging, already beaten by my boys. His face looked swollen and purple. Blood trickled from his split lip down his chin and onto his shirt. "Where are my diamonds? The Pink Star Diamond. Seventy five billion dollars. Where the fuck is it, you useless piece of shit? That stone was supposed to come straight from the deal in Saudi Arabia. No mistakes!!"

Whatever she’s hiding, she’s spending real money to keep it hidden. Damien stared at the message until the screen went dark. The necklace. He’d been trying not to think about it, but it kept circling back like a song stuck in his head. The pendant Seraphina had been wearing was a gold chain with a red gemstone. Not ruby. Something darker. Garnet, maybe. The setting was unusual, an asymmetric bezel with a tiny vine detail along the bail. He’d noticed it because it reminded him of— No. He got up from the chair so fast it rolled backward into the bookshelf. He crossed the room, opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet by the window, the one he kept locked, the one that held things he pretended d

the guards ask. That’s when it hits me. I reach under the collar of my shirt and pull out my small gold chain that says “Love”. I am so embarrassed. As I gather my things, I turn to the people behind me and mouth “I am sorry”. I walk towards the elevators, noticing there is an elevator already open, but it looks as if it’s about to close. “Please hold the elevator., I yell.

"You're mine now. I will never let you go." Sinclair raised her hand. Gazing at the work of art he had placed on her finger. A square-cut pink diamond, set in gold, with tiny emeralds and pink stones surrounding the band and the precious jewel itself. The perfect piece must be an antique, unique, and must have cost millions. None of that matters. Only his love.