Shattered Pink Diamond Novels & Stories

He marched out of the dining room, leaving me shaking in my seat with half-a-fish consumed and a thousand questions clamoring to be released in my throat. I didn't go to the library that night. I wasn't feeling up to it. I went back to my bedroom and found the red velvet case inside my dresser drawer, exactly where he'd told me it'd be. A ring lay inside that probably cost more than a subcompact car. Diamond surrounded by little diamonds, in platinum. Breathtaking and cold, just like everything else about this home. I put it on and hated how well it fit.

The window EXPLODED. Glass shattered, spraying the room like shards of ice. Aarin lunged, wrapping his arms around her and shielding her with his body as they crashed to the floor. Something small and metallic clattered across the tile. A tracker. Aarin looked at it and his face drained of color. “They marked the room,” he breathed. “How the hell did they—” The door handle shook violently. Aarin shot to his feet. “Get behind me.” She scrambled up, heart hammering against her ribs.

He moved from one reference to the next, his shoulders hunched, his face hidden from me. I noticed the crystal had been ground into fine dust. The glowing blue shards were gone, replaced by a pale powder scattered across a glass dish. I picked it up and turned it in the light. Vex did not look up. "The crystal was grounded, crystallized, then treated with a stabilizing agent before I added it to the samples. It allows for better absorption. More accurate results."

Clinging to Howard's arm, Crystal screeched, "You crazy man! How dare you hit Howie? Do you have any idea who he is…" But her voice faltered mid-sentence, her jaw dropping. "Is that the Pink Star diamond? And that's the Rockefeller emerald. Oh my god, a Chrysoberyl cat's eye! And that's a Padparadscha sapphire… Howie, buy me any one of them and I'll be happy…" Howard, still dazed, tried to stand but was forced back down by a bodyguard. "Shut up!" he snapped. He looked as if he wanted to tear Crystal's mouth off. Given his current financial situation, those stones were worth far more than everything he owned combined.

Monique blinked her clear black eyes. Yesterday, she had been immersed in the joy of being proposed by Henry. She had never considered this at all. It seemed that she didn't have time to think about it. But that was true. The gifts from Henry were definitely not cheap. Li Sheng said calmly, "This is a pink diamond in your hand. With the purity of the diamond you wear and the size, it won't be less than 100 million." “100 million!!” Monique's legs almost went limp.

Alas, no one could hear my voice. Kevin turned around to look behind him in confusion. "I keep having a feeling that someone's behind me." Then, he stared at my body for a while. Suddenly, he picked up a necklace from my neck. His actions caught me off guard. I didn't expect the necklace to remain intact after the explosion. This was a gift given to me by Kevin on my birthday. He should be able to recognize it, right? William approached Kevin and asked, "Is there something wrong with the necklace, Kevin?"

John reached out and accepted the box, examining it for a moment before slowly opening it. Diana stood beside him, her curiosity piqued as she craned her neck. As soon as she saw what was inside, her eyes instantly lit up. The box contained a massive gemstone, and it was pink! Pink Diamond Rough! Those words immediately popped into Diana's mind. She blinked her eyes slightly. Pink diamonds have long been considered precious by experts, and only ten percent of pink diamonds mined worldwide can be classified as top-grade. They are incredibly valuable.

He nodded as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Opening the box, he revealed a breathtaking pink heart-shaped diamond ring. The gem sparkled under the chandelier lights of the hall, its beauty almost dreamy blinding everyone's eyes. Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise, as she never expected she could see something like this one day, "A pink diamond? Those were rare, extremely rare....." She could bring herself to say that, but however spoke out unable to hide her admiration for it, "This is unique." Alexander smirked. "Just like you."

Thirty minutes later, I step into a quiet, high end shop. The jeweler, Tim, though everyone calls him Carm, opens a black case filled with brilliance. Thirty rings. My breath catches. And then I see it. Pink. Oval-cut. Rare. “A real pink diamond?” I ask. He tests the clarity. Perfect. “How much?” “One hundred fifteen thousand, ” I nod. “I’ll take it. And the band. Same setting.” “Twenty-five.” “Done.” Black card. Then earrings. Pink. Halo studs. Another twenty five thousand.

These gemstones came from all over the world—from the common to the rarest—and this was why our clients kept coming back. While I presented each piece to Stanford, I noticed Sebastian staring at me. He was seated beside her, making it easy for him to look my way without her noticing. I ignored him and continued explaining each gemstone. “This pink diamond is a 68-carat oblong cut from Russia. It’s one-of-a-kind because of its size,” I said, handing it to her. She looked amazed, clearly fascinated by how massive it was. Stanford really had an eye for rare pieces—her eyes sparkled as she examined the stones.