A Verdict With Rings Novels & Stories

Hans was a little surprised and turned to look at her. ‘Why would she mention this incident all of a sudden?’ Rowena exchanged gaze with Hans in order to not let him notice anything odd. “I know that Ms. Vanderbilt might lose to her opponent in a bare-handed fight, but isn’t the match a test of strength?” Hans felt that it made some sense when she said that. Titus stroked his beard and nodded. Mr. Goldmann Sr. frowned. “How can a ring be considered a weapon?”

He was looking at Vincenzo's face, at the way the light caught his eyes, at the way his hands were steady now, the way his breath was slow. They exchanged rings. Vincenzo's hand was warm when Alex slid the band onto his finger. The gold was thin, the metal cool, the weight of it settling against his skin like something that had always been there. The judge said the last words. Alex didn't wait for her to finish.

“You look lighter than I’ve seen you in months. Ring included.” Vivienne glanced down at her hand, smiling. “Lucas had it checked. Everything Patrick and Adaeze claimed about it was nonsense. Clean, ordinary, purchased through a completely normal supplier.” “Good. I would have felt personally implicated if my ring recommendation turned out to be cursed family jewelry.” Chloe grinned, then softened. “How’s the rest of it settling? Patrick, the investigation, all of it?”

I glanced at the glittering jewels on screen, then at the cheap cup set in my arms, and let out a hollow laugh. Perhaps in Simon’s eyes, I really was just a tragic joke. Their foreheads touched in the video, then their lips crashed together. The obscene, wet sounds of their kiss echoed jarringly through my speakers. [Oops~ Just so you know, after your little wedding show, Simon will be marrying me legally. Remember, the woman without the certificate is the real mistress~]

one of the tech men said. “What?” “Zoom in.” The screen sharpened. Just before the blackout— A shadow passed the corner of the hallway. Tall. Broad shoulders. Valentino leaned closer. “Enhance.” The frame cleared just enough to see a detail. A ring. Black band. Silver lining. Valentino’s eyes darkened. He knew that ring. Every member of his inner circle wore one. But only one man wore it on his right hand. Back at the estate, Aria froze when she heard footsteps behind her.

Harlan prompts. "I vow to offer my vulnerability," I say, my voice ringing clear. "And to demand your respect. I vow to share my darkness and my light. I vow to be bound with you, eternally." Harlan nods. "The rings." Lena steps forward, holding a cushion. These aren't just metal. They are smart-rings, black titanium with a vein of glowing blue light running through the center. Alex slides mine onto my finger. I slide his onto his.

Dante crouched a little and smiled at him, and Matteo’s face opened like the sun. “Good job,” Dante whispered. Matteo nodded hard, proud. The rings were simple and bright. Dante’s hands shook when he slid the band onto my finger. The gold was cool at first, then it warmed. Victor’s hands did not shake, but his breath did when he put his ring on me too. I put a ring on Dante. Then one on Victor. Gold catching daylight. A promise I could feel every time my fingers closed. Three lives, marked where anyone could see.

Anyway, they need my rings for the day so they can appraise them for insurance purposes. I look at my empty finger and frown a little as the assistant takes my rings away. Another assistant comes over with another band for me to wear until I come back for my rings. "Five carat platinum eternity band with emerald-cut diamonds, Madame." The assistant says in a heavy French accent, handing me the sparkly ring on a little velvet tray. I look at Bronx quizzically. I don’t care how much money he has. If he bought this ring, I’m going to kill him.

Ross’s brows moved, as if he finally sensed something was wrong, but I had already picked up the resignation letter and placed it back on his desk. “So I resign.” Then I reached for the thin chain at my neck and took off the silver ring hanging beneath my collar. It was the ring I had designed for us years ago. Ross had once asked to wear his openly, but when the company began to grow, he said it was better not to let people know about us yet. So I kept mine hidden against my heart and told myself secrecy was also a kind of protection. Now even that felt absurd. In front of him, I placed the ring on the desk.

He carefully compared the two rings, and a sharp cold light suddenly flashed through his eyes. When Hazel came out from the bathroom again, he quickly drew her to him and said, "You silly fool, Neither of these two rings is the Purple Love. They are all fake diamonds. Have you been cheated by Valery?" "Really?" Hazel took them over and asked, "But why didn't I find anything different?" "Of course you can't tell, you have no experience." Zac stroke her head. "You sounded like you are very experienced. Although Purple Love is yours, there are no devices here. Is there something wrong with the naked eye?" She pouted.