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Victoria's heart stopped, then started again at triple speed. "Miss Blackwood," the auctioneer acknowledged with barely concealed excitement. "Five hundred thousand dollars for 'Fractured Light.'" Harold's expression was as stiff as stone, but Victoria caught the slight twitching around his eyes that betrayed his shock. Five hundred thousand was a statement, not just a purchase. A statement that Victoria knew was directed at her, she smiled back at Diana, just as warmly. "Going once... going twice... sold to Miss Diana Blackwood for five hundred thousand dollars!"

While they looked very pretty and had many people asking about them, few would actually buy them because of the price. A lot of people didn’t find tourmaline to be as valuable as jade or diamond. “Use my card!” When Fia saw Eileen was taking her card out, she quickly took out a Black-Diamond Card from her purse. She had never used it since Conrad gave it to her. The first spending she ever made was on two tourmaline bracelets. Well, she would treat it as compensation. “Alright. I’ll accept your gift.” Eileen didn’t stop her from using the Black-Diamond Card.

he said and every assessment he had on General Grace is spot on. “In a way, what happened became a blessing in disguise. Shortage of supplies makes the black diamond priceless. Just conjure up a nice origin story and auction prices soared,” he continued but I’m getting uneasy about this. If I stay any longer, I may let out clues without even knowing it.

Valerie thought. She walked closer to the bed, and took out the old bedspread. Suddenly, a receipt fell out of the bedspread. Reluctantly, Valerie picked the receipt up, and read it out aloud. “Payment for a black diamond stoned dress?” She gasped.

"You make compelling points." "And look." Ariel and Ivory looked at the store, seeing more Black girls walk inside. "Seems to attract a lot of girls. Black girls." She said, "But that's just me talking and maybe, he did get in a fight. I'm just saying, there's a possibility that there was more to that fight. I like that green dress better, momma. It's winter and that shade of green really compliments your skin."

Vanessa couldn't control her emotions anymore and chuckled, her tone was dripping with sarcasm, "you couldn't speak any truth, can you?" After that, Vanessa eyed her from top to bottom and asked with a brief pause, "by the way, I'm just inquiring, what is the price of your bracelet, Miss Jones?" Mia threw a scrutinizing glare at her, but answered, "a limited edition rare diamond collection, 500,000 dollars. You anyhow couldn't afford it." Hearing the mockery in her words, Vanessa's brows twitched, and she almost instantly strode to Mia with the glass of wine in her hands.

But then, another audience raised his hand and bid more for five thousands dollars. The other audiences was amazed that there was a person who would go that far only for that black gemstone. He might be a fanatic gemstone collector. The moderator asked again whether there were more bidding. After it took about two minutes of silence, the moderator closed the bidding session of the first auction. “Alright, because there are no more bidding, the first item auction ends. Black Diamond, five thousands dollars. Sold!” the moderator hit the table with a wooden hammer. The one buying the black diamond looked so satisfied. He smiled because he won the first auction.

I noticed the note in the center of the flowers and the gold chain that was wrapped around the stems. * Come be a family one last time, my little pumpkin -Dly* upon further inspection, I unclasped the chain and held up a single 3 karat sapphire rose charm. I smiled as the tears began to well up in my eyes. Dylan was playing games with my heart. he was acting like the mysterious romantic man he used to be now. playing a treasure hunt with me like I didn't already know where to find him. I got back on my rickshaw and proceeded to the Comodo Place Hotel. Dylan would be there waiting for me, hopefully, and not another clue.

At twenty-five, the engagement ring engraved with ancient vows, with which he swore he would marry no one but me, for better or for worse. ... One by one, memory by memory. Once treasured, now all a joke. Without a shred of sentimentality, I took photos and uploaded them to the Rogue black market. The price: one silver coin. Regardless of their original billion-coin value, each item was listed for one silver coin. These tokens, once symbols of the Black Moon Pack's highest honor, quickly caused a sensation on the black market and were sold out in an instant. Just as I had sent the last of them off, the door was violently thrown open.

Even Victor—or VX, whatever name he’s using today—is ten times the man Olivia ever was. And now, he’s a virgin. That meant Teo hadn't claimed him yet. It meant Victor lied when he said Teo sent him in here for protection. They hadn't even crossed that line. So what was he doing at my nightstand? I walked to the drawer and hit the rubber nub. The panel hissed open, revealing the reinforced glass case. Inside, the Romanov Star pulsed with a cold, blue light. The sapphire was massive, ringed by diamonds that shattered the room’s dim light into a thousand jagged pieces. It was a masterpiece. Appraisers called it a hundred-million-dollar relic, but on the black market in Moscow, it was worth doub