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I also know that Emerald isn’t really into shopping. Do the boys have their suits?” Marcel asked. “Yes, and they are more than ready for this to be over,” I answer. “I know that Emerald and Mia have their dresses and jewelry.” Marcel states. “Ok, what is wrong?” I asked. He explains that since this is an official ceremony, Emerald will have to wear her fae crown, stating that she is the kingdom's princess. I chuckle because she is going to hate that absolutely. She doesn’t even want anyone to acknowledge her as an actual princess. Marcel doesn’t want to tell her this.

“Are you sure this is what you want, child?” “Yes, Mamita. I need to do this.” The help came in less than an hour and Tiffany has the resources to burn a whole city. Wearing a tight-fitted black overall suit, she expertly moved without being seen around the mansion that had been a witness of the life she had as a billionaire's daughter. The thought of burning it down gave a pang inside her chest for the memories of her beautiful mother still lingered around it. “I know you’re scared and sad, little Heiress. But there is no turning back now, Tiffany.”

"The man you just ran into was Mr Emerald, although he's a flirt he's said to be a flirt who changes a woman each day. Our Addy's so pretty, it makes me worry that he would see you." I ask myself why they would invite someone like that if he has such a reputation, and then suddenly the name rings a bell. "Emerald. Isn't that the heir to the Ego family, the youngest doctor in our generation." That family practically has enough power to shake the government. I can see why father invited him. This would have been better if they just stick to inviting people my age but no, they want me to meet important people and show off my wealth.

He asked, "Have you seen that child?" "Yes." The old butler stepped forward and bent down, saying, "Elder Gibson brought her, and also this." The old butler opened the box containing the emerald. This rare treasure, unearthed only once every several billion years, did not get much attention from Joseph York. Instead, he asked, "How is she in real life compared to her in the live broadcast of the Fragrance Gathering?" "Based on my observation, indeed, she does resemble him a little..."

Leaves rustled; the air shifted, and two figures emerged from the shadows as we reached the forest grounds. I knew right away that it was Daisy Baldwin; her eyes were wide as she stepped forward, and then I saw Lila standing beside her. Something started to glow in the cloth she was holding. Daisy’s eyes widened even more when she saw it glowing. “So… it’s true then,” she whispered. Lila shook her head, tears filling her eyes. “No… it can’t be… I’m the heiress. I’m the one the gem belongs to,” Lila tried to argue, but Daisy curled her lip.

Inside was a striking red book with gold lettering, a 'House and Real Estate Title Deed' no less. She flipped it open out of instinct. The property was in the Eastern District of Avalon City, nestled in the luxurious neighborhood known as the Emerald of the Highlands. The Emerald of the Highlands, nestled by the sea, was a slice of paradise in Avalon City, a place where the elite lived in splendor, far outshining Crystal Waters House where Evangeline and Walter had their starter home. The villa's price tag started at 30 million, and in those days of soaring real estate values, it could fetch even more at auction!

(Grace's POV) "At this point, the only hope is that Olivia Stone will stop bidding on that Emerald Legacy Collection," Charlotte murmured beside me, her voice barely audible over the excited chatter filling Crescent Hall. I nodded, though we both knew it was wishful thinking. The emerald jewelry set, renowned for its subtle healing properties beneficial to werewolves, would start at ten million dollars. My stomach tightened as I thought about my grandmother Eleanor. Her seventieth birthday deserved something special, and this collection would be perfect. The deep green stones would complement her eyes—the same eyes she'd passed down to me.

Liam was clad in a sharply tailored suit while Victoria wore an exquisite crimson gown. Emerald, for once, felt thrilled they were leaving. She was happy to have the house all to herself, even if only temporarily. She got out of her room after she heard the car speed out of the driveway. Emerald entered the room she once shared with Liam and sorted through her clothes, selecting what she needed to pack. Once she was done, she walked over to the dresser to retrieve her jewelry box. The items were purchased with her own money and were her emergency fund. She carefully lifted the lid of the box only to notice that a lot was missing. One of which was the infinity ring that Liam's mother had give

The Blackwood empire, with all its wealth and influence, had gone to great lengths to ensure every detail was perfect. Isabella stood at the center of the room, wearing a stunning emerald gown that shimmered with every movement. Her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of nervousness and joy. She wasn’t used to this world—this world of extravagant parties, flashing cameras, and the endless scrutiny of the public. But tonight, it wasn’t the press that consumed her attention; it was Alexander.

I knew that stature, that aura of power. She was married to him. Emmette Nash. The owner of the billion dollar luxury estate, the Emerald Palace. Devon hates his guts ever since he refused us permission to move into the Emerald palace. My face turned ashen. The air seemed to leave the room as I stared at Corrie and then at the man who now held the little girl’s hand.