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The Secret Diamond Sisters
Michelle Madow
Three sisters with Big secrets.Get ready to meet…SAVANNAH COURTNEY PEYTONThe Diamond sisters never knew their father and never could catch a break. But their luck is about to change when they find out the secret identity of their long-lost dad – a billionaire Las Vegas hotel owner who wants them to come and live in a gorgeous penthouse suite.Suddenly they have access to all that their dad’s money can provide, meaning it should be easier than ever to fit right in. But in a town full of secrets and illusions, fitting in is nothing compared with finding out the truth about their past…
‘Trust me.’ Damien stood and held out his hand the same way he’d done earlier.
‘All right.’ Savannah lowered her hand into his and he pulled her up from the stool, closing the space between them. Savannah’s breath caught in her chest. He brushed a strand of hair off her face, his finger leaving a line of heat across her cheek. If they hadn’t been surrounded by people, she would have thought he was about to kiss her. Or maybe he was about to kiss her. Right here, in front of everyone.
***
Courtney stared at Brett, feeling like she could get lost in his green eyes. Then she realised what she was thinking and she looked away, shaking the thought from her head. They would be stepsiblings soon. She couldn’t help her reaction to him, but it wasn’t appropriate.
Brett tried to say something, but the music drowned out his voice.
‘What?’ Courtney screamed, leaning towards him and cupping a hand around her ear. Her hand brushed against his shoulder and the contact made her stomach flip.
‘Want to get out of here?’ he asked.
***
‘So, what did you do last night?’ Courtney asked Peyton as they passed the show. ‘I didn’t hear you get back.’
‘Just hung out with a friend.’ Peyton replayed the night in her mind. After the fireworks at Myst, Oliver had said he was sick of his father watching his every move, so they’d gone to another club. The drinks had flowed all night, so everything was hazy, but they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Since Oliver lived with his parents and Peyton lived with her sisters, Oliver had the brilliant idea of getting a room.
She smiled at the memory of what had happened once they got there.
MICHELLE MADOW has visited Las Vegas every year since she was fifteen years old and was inspired to write The Secret Diamond Sisters while walking through the beautiful Wynn Hotel. She grew up in the suburbs of Baltimore, then went to Rollins College in Winter Park, Florida. She wrote her first novel, Remembrance, in her third year of college, which she later went on to self-publish as book one of the Transcend Time Saga. She wrote The Secret Diamond Sisters in the year following graduation and is so happy to finally share it with the world!
Michelle lives in Boca Raton, Florida, where she is writing more novels for young adults. She loves reading, spending time with family and friends, travelling, shopping, sunshine, Disney fairy tales and Broadway musicals. She loves connecting with readers online, so be sure to follow her on Facebook (Michelle Madow), Twitter (@MichelleMadow) and Instagram (@MichelleMadow).
Michelle Madow
www.miraink.co.uk (http://www.miraink.co.uk)
To Brent Taylor, for believing in this book from the beginning
Contents
First Post :) (#u92a9a765-2863-5c97-816b-f2f0104562ce)
chapter 1: Savannah (#u99124ca7-0b5a-5ba9-937a-9b9e1d059eb6)
chapter 2: Courtney (#ucbe9fd4a-371b-5cbf-8627-c0648b6248e9)
chapter 3: Peyton (#uf8dc26da-d583-59e2-be2a-5a90e24ff9d2)
chapter 4: Madison (#ud6792563-1283-5c27-b431-b700cc484757)
Fourth of July party at Myst (#u61b2c489-40fe-5126-8a05-d77906a2da75)
chapter 5: Savannah (#ub806b2d4-1114-5e99-9e77-8e9a0f490af4)
chapter 6: Courtney (#u46dda7af-f371-53b6-9270-dee0df3d32b8)
chapter 7: Peyton (#u2e697352-8bb9-51e4-9298-59c1505ddfd6)
chapter 8 Madison (#ua13e5050-99a5-5bba-ac73-94c17c5a48f9)
Red Rock Overlook (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 9: Savannah (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 10: Courtney (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 11: Peyton (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 12:Madison (#litres_trial_promo)
The Diamond Sisters (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 13: Savannah (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 14: Courtney (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 15: Peyton (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 16: Madison (#litres_trial_promo)
Madison Lockhart (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 17: Savannah (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 18: Courtney (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 19: Peyton (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 20: Madison (#litres_trial_promo)
Hottest Guys? (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 21: Savannah (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 22: Courtney (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 23: Peyton (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 24: Madison (#litres_trial_promo)
The Diamond grand opening (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 25: Savannah (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 26: Courtney (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 27: Peyton (#litres_trial_promo)
chapter 28: Madison (#litres_trial_promo)
WTF (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)
The Secret Diamond Sisters Playlist (#litres_trial_promo)
Q&A with Michelle Madow (#litres_trial_promo)
www.campusbuzz.com
High Schools > Nevada > Las Vegas > The Goodman School
First Post :)
Posted on Sunday 07/03 at 12:51 AM
It’s about time campusbuzz got a high school forum. I’m sure we’ll have lots to talk about. We’re young, we’re beautiful, and Vegas is our personal playground. But let’s save the whole “who’s the hottest girl/guy in the school” stuff for later (although I fully expect to be mentioned in that discussion), because I just discovered something much better to talk about.
You know how the school started building a new (and much needed) gym in the beginning of summer? It’s going to be named the Diamond Sports Center. And yes, by “Diamond” I mean Adrian Diamond, the owner of the new Diamond Hotel and Casino, along with a bunch of other hotels on the Strip.
An anonymous source told me that three new girls with the last name of Diamond will be starting at the Goodman School in the fall. My guess is they’re somehow related to Adrian and the school let them in because of the money he gave for the gym. Makes sense, right?
Except that I checked online and couldn’t find anything about Adrian Diamond having a daughter—let alone three of them!
Anyone got any info?
1: Posted on Sunday 07/03 at 01:31 AM
the internet says nothing about adrian diamond having any kids. sounds like your “sources” don’t know what they’re talking about. maybe you can find something on facebook?
2: Posted on Sunday 07/03 at 01:47 AM
Facebook’s got over 165,000 people on it with the last name Diamond. Dumb idea.
3: Posted on Sunday 07/03 at 06:20 PM
i don’t go to goodman but my mom works at the diamond and said their getting a 3 bedroom condo on the top floor ready for some “special guests” who will be staying there for an extended period of time…
4: Posted on Sunday 07/03 at 06:40 PM
Poster #3—interesting to know. But you should consider applying to Goodman. If you manage to get in, then you can learn the difference between “their” and “they’re.” Just a suggestion :)
chapter 1:
“You’re definitely coming to the movies with us tonight, right?” Savannah’s best friend, Evie, asked as Savannah got out of the car. “And sleeping over again?”
“Of course.” Savannah shared a conspiratorial smile with Evie, knowing that “movies” was code for pretending to walk into the theater while Evie’s mom was watching, then having Evie’s current boy toy pick them up and drive them to the unsupervised party five minutes away. They could only stay at the party for three hours, but it was better than not going.
“Thanks for driving me home from volleyball, Mrs. Brown,” she said, waving to Evie’s mom. She was always glad Mrs. Brown didn’t mind dropping her off, because Evie was the only friend of hers who had seen where she lived. If the other girls on the volleyball team saw the ramshackle apartment building where she lived with her mom and two older sisters that looked more like a run-down motel than a home, they would probably laugh about it behind her back.
“It’s no problem, Savannah,” Mrs. Brown said from the driver’s seat. She had the same strawberry-blond hair as her daughter, and the two could almost pass as sisters. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up tonight?”
“I’ll get one of my sisters to drop me off.” She didn’t want to make Mrs. Brown come out of her way twice in one day. It was already more than enough that Evie’s mom drove her home every day after practice during volleyball season, and that she didn’t mind when Savannah stayed the night for two or three days at a time over the summer.
Anyway, her sisters owed her after making her come home now, when she was supposed to have stayed the rest of the day at Evie’s before they went out for the night. Life would be so much easier once she got her license. Of course, she would have to figure out how to borrow Peyton’s car. Convincing her sister would be difficult, because Peyton had saved up for years for that beat-up piece of crap whose engine sounded like it could die any day, but the possibility was better than nothing.
“See you soon, S!” Evie called as her mom pulled away from the curb.
“Bye, E,” Savannah replied, and they both made the sign-language letter for C with their hands. Savannah and Evie called themselves S.E.C., which stood for the “Savannah/Evie Club,” and the letter C was their special symbol. “See you tonight!”
She walked down the sidewalk to the door with the peeling blue paint, wondering what was up. Her sisters never made her come home when she had plans, but Courtney’s voice on the phone had sounded so strained that Savannah knew something was wrong.
She let herself inside and found Peyton and Courtney standing around the stained kitchen table, their grandma and a man Savannah didn’t recognize sitting in the two chairs. He wore a fancy brown suit that probably cost more than everything in Savannah’s wardrobe combined, and his expression was so solemn that he looked like he was at a funeral. Her grandma and sisters looked equally upset.
“What’s going on?” Savannah dropped her sleepover bag on the cracked linoleum floor. She hadn’t been home since yesterday morning, and had an awful feeling this had to do with the one person who wasn’t here—her mom.
“Hi, sweetie.” Grandma always looked younger than her seventy-so years, but her eyes were so sad right now that her age shined through. “Sorry for making you come home early. I wouldn’t have asked unless it was serious.”
“Where’s Mom?” Savannah swallowed and leaned against the arm of the living room couch, expecting the worst. Her mom had always drunk a lot, but after she’d lost her job as a secretary last year, she had spiraled out of control. Her sisters tried to shield Savannah from seeing what went on, but Savannah wasn’t stupid. She knew her mom was drinking all day, so much that she got physically sick at night and in the morning, and that she couldn’t hold on to a hostess or waitress job for longer than two months. They could barely keep enough food in the house anymore, since Mom blew all the grocery money on alcohol.
“That’s what we needed you here to discuss,” the man cut in. He looked like he would fit in better in a fancy office building than their crappy apartment in Fairfield, California.
“Who’s he?” Savannah asked Grandma.
“This is Mr. Webster,” Grandma said. “He’s a lawyer who works for your father.”
“What?” Savannah’s heart pounded. That couldn’t be true. Savannah had always been warned that her father was dangerous, that he didn’t want anything to do with her and her sisters. She hated that he felt that way, but it was how her life had always been, so she’d accepted it and moved on. “Am I missing something?”
“We all are.” Peyton’s eyes blazed. “We’ve been lied to for our entire lives.”
That was becoming clear to Savannah, but it was Courtney who caught her up on what had happened while she had been having a sleepover at Evie’s.
“Last night, Mom was pulled over for drunk driving on her way to work,” Courtney said, somehow managing to stay calm as she relayed the story. “They brought her to the station, and she lost her license and job.” Was that the fifth or sixth job she’d lost in the past year? Savannah had lost count. “I called Grandma to get Mom out of the station, and then...” Courtney shrugged and looked at Grandma, as if she wanted her to continue.
“I hoped your mom would be able to keep a job and get her life back on track, but enough is enough,” Grandma said in her matter-of-fact manner. “I know it’s never been easy living with her, but I’ve seen what the three of you have gone through in the past year, and I can’t sit back and watch anymore. I would take you in myself if I didn’t have so much on my hands with your Aunt Sophie’s chemo treatments.” Her chin quivered at the mention of her twin, who had been staying with Grandma in her one-bedroom apartment since her cancer diagnosis a few months ago. “So I did the only thing I could think to do—I called your father for backup.”
Savannah couldn’t believe she was hearing this right. “But our father wants nothing to do with us.” She turned to her sisters for support, but Peyton looked angry enough to shoot fire from her eyes, and Courtney’s expression was blank, as though she was fighting to hold on to an inkling of control.
“Mr. Diamond has been aware of your living situation, and was about to take action himself when your grandmother called him,” Mr. Webster said. “He made some calls last night and arranged for your mother to receive inpatient treatment at a rehabilitation facility in Arizona. She was flown there this morning and is settling in, but the facility has given strict orders that your mom not contact anyone from outside until her doctors feel she is healthy enough to do so. They hope she’ll be ready to switch to outpatient status in a few weeks, but they warned it could be longer.”
Savannah’s head spun. How had all this happened while she had been having a sleepover at Evie’s, gossiping about which girls at school they wanted to try to become friends with next year and what guys they thought were hot, while experimenting with daring makeup looks?
