Shattered Pink Diamond Novels & Stories

“Where did you steal those?” My eyes widened in offense. “Excuse me?! What are you even talking about?” “That ring,” he said, pointing. “That’s the Star of Diamond. And your necklace… that’s the Necklace of Diana.” Everything in me stilled. I had heard those names before—faintly, vaguely—like stories you hear once and forget, only to remember when it’s too late. Rare jewels. The rarest pink diamond in the entire world. And now Sky was looking at me as if I was wearing a ticking bomb around my neck.

After Vitale came back from Las Vegas, we went together to a Sotheby's auction. He said he wanted to find a piece of jewelry worth me. I didn't care about any of that, but there was no arguing with him, so I went. Halfway through the auction, with no warning at all, I saw it. The rough pink diamond. Twenty-three carats, catching the light like a dream. The dream I'd reached for previous life and never gotten. My hand on the armrest closed without my meaning to.

My breath caught. No way. He flipped it open, revealing a ring that glittered like it had been plucked from the stars themselves. A pink diamond. Goddess. It was stunning—delicate yet bold, like it had been made just for me. “I was going to wait until we were alone,” Damian said softly, “but since you started this show, I might as well finish it.”

“You said there was a second gift?” Oh yeah, my mate is definitely feeling back to normal again. I reach into another pocket and pull out the necklace. This time when she opens it, I explain it to her. “So, the center is obviously a diamond. That represents your heart. Then each of the three rings, the smallest one is gold, the second is platinum and the largest is rose gold, they each have ‘I love you’ etched into them.” I turn to look at her. “They are all turned in different directions, so that your heart is forever surrounded by my love.”

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

It now had a battery pack. I nodded slowly. "Did you... check... my bag?" I rasped. "No, I wasn't going to stick my nose where it didn't belong." She searched the backpack, found the bag of diamonds, and nodded. "Yes... that should do nicely, I think." After putting the gems in her pocket, she came back to my side. "I'll have to wait a day or two, the patrol I need to ask only comes through every few days. Then... it'll be a few more days before they return with what I need. You have to hang in there and keep fighting. Promise me you won't give up?"

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

Every few days, he would show up with a bouquet of bright purple hydrangeas, along with the ring he had never managed to give me, and propose to me earnestly. Every time, I shook my head. He never seemed to mind, always carrying on as if nothing had happened. He would joke, "If you ever actually say yes, I'll probably get scared. Maybe I ran into a ghost or something." He said it as a joke, but the words stuck with me. After my final round of radiation, I went in for surgery. Just like everyone expected, there was no miracle. The doctor's words echoed in my mind. I only had seven days left.

He thought while looking at the necklace on his palm. A pink diamond. Known to be the most expensive, and having just a little cut of it means you owned a massive fortune! Did she steal it? That is why she was almost dead that day? But she had no gunshot or wounds from being cut by a sharp object. It looked like she had fallen from a height that caused a concussion and severe damage to her body. But think about it, her body can recover quickly, very unusual for a petite woman like her.

The finale lot of the night was a top-grade pink diamond weighing 12 carats, named "The Tear of Venus." "Wow! It's so beautiful!" Isolde's eyes lit up instantly, staring greedily at the diamond shimmering with a dreamy luster under the spotlight. "Caspian, this color suits my skin so well!" "Buy it if you like it." Caspian spoke indifferently, as if spending money like water was the only way to suppress the lingering unease in his heart. The bidding started, and the price soared. "Fifty million." Caspian didn't even blink, raising his paddle directly and calling out an astronomical price that silenced the entire room.