Emily Mariko Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

That day, I had spammed him with countless texts, but I didn't get a single reply. So he hadn't been on a business trip. He had gone to the beach to stage a romantic proposal for her. I clamped a hand over my mouth, choking back a sob, and kept scrolling. "The person who loves me understands my pain." In the picture, Marissa was wearing a dark dress, raising a wine glass. On her wrist was a vibrant emerald bracelet. Agnes Field, Cameron's mother, had talked about that bracelet ever since I was little. She'd always said that she'd give it to me as a wedding gift when I married Cameron. Yet even on the day of our engagement, it never made an appearance.

I lost all interest in picking out a wedding ring, so I bought a ticket to Mirisca and spent a few days there. When I returned, a party was taking place. The host had invited the Dons and Madres from various mafia families. I got dressed up and went to the event, but I never expected to see Carlotta, in a glamorous gown, affectionately linked arm-in-arm with Demetrio. I instantly recognized the dress she was wearing. It was the wedding dress Demetrio had custom-made for me three years ago.

He wanted to keep him forever. He had fallen hopelessly and helplessly in love with him. He looked at Carson’s hands. He took them and kissed them. His hand fell on his smooth fingers. He imagined how it would look like with a sleek ring on it. A sleek ring he would wear on his fingers. He chuckled. “I need to buy a ring.” ☆☆☆☆☆☆ Daddy's Wife: Emily's POV What do you need that for?” I asked, pointing at the condom Alex pulled out from his wallet.

Emilia~ "Marry me, Emilia!" Marcelo's words hung in the air, as everything around me seemed to come to a sudden halt. I was totally zoned out for some reason, and my lips couldn't form any word. Marcelo was now on one knee, a diamond ring in his outstretched hands, waiting for me to take. It would be way too easy for me to say yes to him. Hell! It was basically all I wanted to do right this moment, but for some reason, I was hesitating.

He rubs his cock up and down my slit till his face goes slack in pleasure and I feel his warm stickiness on my pussy. He takes my ring finger and kisses it. It's a platinum band with a huge sapphire in the center, and smaller emeralds around it. I just know it cost a fortune. Our wedding was held in Rio, with only our close friends and family in attendance. People wouldn't stop talking about our relationship for months, but eventually it starting dying down as the next big gossip went into their ears.

All I can focus on is Emilie’s face, her eyes wide with surprise and something else - love. “I forgot the most important part,” I say, cracking open the box to reveal a delicate diamond ring that catches the light and throws sparks across the room. Is it good enough for her? I look up and see Emilie’s breath catch as she glimpses it. It gives me the confidence to say, “Emilie, will you marry me? Officially? With ring and everything?” Her lips tremble, and for a moment, she looks lost for words. But then regains herself. “Yes,” she chokes out, “yes, yes, yes!”

“Don’t start.” Marco raised his hands. “Hey, I’m impressed. Last time you gave a woman jewelry, it came with a non-disclosure agreement and a plane ticket to Ibiza.” “This isn’t that kind of gift,” Max said, his voice quieter now. He opened the box. Even Marco, a man who’d seen more diamonds than most engagement ring designers, took a breath. “Wow. That’s… actually beautiful.” Max nodded. “It’s for Emilia.” “Figured,” Marco said, dropping into the chair across from Max’s desk. “You’ve been different since she moved in.”

Emily wasn’t wearing her wedding ring. He kind of felt hurt but he knew that in the beginning it wasn’t a matter to him because their marriage was never real, it was only an agreement between the two of them. They only put it on when they went to his parents’ house. Then when he discovered that he has started loving Emily he looked for the ring and placed it on his finger partly because he wanted something that belonged to Emily to be part of him and also to keep away women who would lust after his looks.

I walk back out to find Mark waiting at the door looking good in the tux we got married in. "You look beautiful." He says grabbing my hand. I look down at it. I think this is the first time I've actually looked straight at his ring. It's exactly like I said he should get it. Silver with rose gold trim. The only thing different is along the edge there are tiny diamonds with the rose gold. I know that we're married but this just makes it feel so real. I mean some men are married but don't wear rings, and Mark does. "Really? You don't notice the scarf too much?" I ask.

"One is an emergency married ring, and the other is a ring..." "Love ring," Ray said before Elena finished her sentence. "This ring must not be removed because this ring is a symbol of our love. You also cannot remove our emergency married ring, because it is a historic ring." Elena smiled as she shook her head. ."I didn't expect that we have so many nicknames for our marriage. Weird marriage, unexpected marriage, messy marriage... Emergency wedding..." "And our marriage will never end," Ray continued. Elena just nodded. Ray stood up, then pulled Elena to his feet and took up a dance position. Slowly the music began to echo, out of nowhere it might have been arranged by the hotel staff.