The Family Jewels Book Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to compare myself to trash like them. After all, a family like the Gold family has no right to compare themselves to me!” “Heh. You talk big. But why don’t you actually pick something out?” The saleswoman who had sold Cecilia her jewelry gave a cold smile from the side. “They don’t have the right to compare themselves to you? It sounds as though you’re richer than them. Then buy something! I want to see what you buy!” Fane could not be bothered with her. He turned toward the first saleswoman. “I’m going to buy the Heart of the Abyss because my wife likes it—at least, I trust that she will like it. Besides, she’s the only woman who’s beautiful enough to wear it!”

“Gio. I have been living in this city for years and I’m still alive. I think I can go out for groceries.” Maybe that had been her life before. But it wasn’t her life now. The moment I had plucked her from the street, I told the world she was important to me. And that put her in danger. Even within The Family I had enemies. Men who wanted my power and my position. Men, who like my father and brothers, thought women as nothing more than a commodity. Not everyone within the organisation had agreed to my changes. And those men wouldn’t think twice about hurting Keeley to get to me. She was safer inside. At least until she had my ring on her finger. As my wife she would be safer.

Just several weeks after my death, she was pregnant. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes sparkled with health. There was no trace of the supposed fatal poisoning she had used to manipulate everyone. Yet, David didn’t seem to remember that was the entire reason for abandoning me and mate-bonding with Laura. Startled by her voice, David quickly shoved his phone into his pocket like a cheating husband caught red-handed. He turned around, trying to act natural, and reached out to hug her when he noticed the gemstone ring on her finger.

He never could have imagined that while he was planning our future with hope and excitement, I was being pushed step by step into hell by the very people who called themselves my family. The Cannon family never intended for me to marry him. They had only taken me back so they could first spread the news of a Cannon-Irving engagement, then get rid of me, and finally let Pearl, the adopted daughter, take my place and marry him instead. Their scheme was intricately crafted and perfect. That was why they succeeded last time. After I died, Pearl must have seamlessly become Mrs. Irving. My tears kept flowing until they ran dry. Grief had emptied me so completely that there was nothing left inside.

"That's not right, is it? Don't you already have a future daughter-in-law? What am I to your precious Grant family, then? What I do has nothing to do with you, right?" Ruby smirked when she saw how speechless Harriett was. She said loudly, "Man, to think that you have the nerve to come here and buy new jewelry when you're already so broke that you need to sell your old pieces. Since you like that yellow diamond set so much, you can have it! "You're right—we're not in the same league. At least none of my family's jewelry has ever ended up in a secondhand luxury goods store." With that, Ruby and I said goodbye to Gloria and Terence. Then, we left the store.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

As soon as she unveiled it, the box emitted a brilliant light. "Wow, what beautiful jewelry!" Fiona lovingly took out the contents of the box—a pair of pearl earrings, a navy blue diamond necklace, and a light blue gemstone bracelet. Simona said in a slow voice, "When your father brought Emily back from the beach, she was wearing these pieces of jewelry." Fiona's entire body froze. Although the Parker family was wealthy, the most expensive piece of jewelry she owned didn't cost more than a million dollars. The value of the jewelry set that Emily wore four years ago equaled the entire possessions of her family...

"No way!" Jean exclaimed, turning her cap as she walked up and studied the pendant. Her family was not rich, but she knew her precious stones—the pendant was obviously no dollar store goods, but Jean was no appraiser who could identify precious stones. Nonetheless, Blondie appeared dead serious as he snorted. "I'm telling the truth. My family are jewelers—I should know."

"If he does, I will make sure I get accepted so that I can get close to him." As always, this is what I hear from the girls who are obsessed with him. As far as I know, most of them are not just after Angelo’s appearance, they also want his money and wealth. It’s not like I am judging them, I am just saying that Angelo experiences like that every time. He was used by a lot of girls. He buys them what they want. And my brother doesn’t care at all. And what happened? They still cheated on him. And how many times does it happen to different women? Five freaking times! But this Big Brother of mine said he doesn't love those people. He said he just had nothing to spend his money on. What about m

I shared half my meals with her every day, saved and scrimped so I could buy her clothes and blankets. I even lied and told her they were just things my family did not need anymore just to protect her pride, yet somehow, I had earned a hatred so deep she ruined my entire family in my previous life. Witnessing her pitiful act, I forced myself to calm the rage burning in my chest. I replied nonchalantly, "That's the truth, isn't it? That's my home. You and I aren't related, so how are you not an outsider?" In my past life, the moment she looked the slightest bit hurt, I would rush to comfort her. However, I was not that same girl anymore.