Emily Mariko Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

Nothing can be happier than this. "Are you kidding me? Of course, yes, I'm ready to marry you again, and I can do this again and again as much as I want," I laughed and he wiped away my tears and kissed me again and wore me that beautiful ring. Wait, something was engraved in it. "For my wife, my first love, my Emberly," was engraved on the ring's inner body. He wore the ring and kissed my forehead gently. "I love you, Emberly," he smiled, looking at our interlocked hands.

I nod her on. She opens up her palm, where Emily’s engagement ring sits. It’s the ring Emily’s father insisted I use to propose, a great, gawdy emerald that Emily hated, but pretended to love because it was an important family heirloom. She was buried instead with her Luna ring, a ring we had designed specifically to her taste. “Sit,” Selene instructs, nodding behind me. I find the comfy armchair she’s indicated and settle into it. When she approaches, I fear that this is another test of some sort and that she’s going to crawl into my lap.

She sat at my table and ate my food and laughed at my jokes. And she’s wearing my earrings. I gave them to her for her birthday last week. But it’s the ring that makes me want to vomit. I can see it through the door. The one I gave to Marcus six months ago to resize because it was too big for me and also told him to keep it safe. I didn’t want to lose it, it was my grandmother’s. He kept it safe of course. The asshole had to put it on Emilia’s finger while he was buried inside her.

All I knew was that I was willing to wait and see. I knew he was the man for me, and I would stand on that. I would tell the whole world he was mine and I didn’t care how my family reacted. They wanted to throw me into the lion’s den, and I would be damned if I played along. I would do what was best for me. God, I would love to see the look on Mimi’s face when she realized that I was getting married to a man she was defenseless against. Emilio reached into his pocket and took out a velvet box. He pulled out a diamond ring that almost blinded him because of how expensive and shiny it was. That’s what it meant to get married to a man who was a billionaire.

Emily returned the expensive wedding ring to Issac, who was then forced to hold this ring together with the ruby one from earlier in his hand. Issac looked at the rings. He now understood Emily's determination, but he couldn't bring himself to accept it. He wanted to grab Emily's hand and slide these two rings back onto her finger, one symbolizing their marriage, and the other representing the approval of the Lloyd family. But Emily resisted, suddenly seizing the rings, raised her hand, aimed at a distant fountain, and quickly tossed the rings. With a plop, Issac knew it was the sound of their fleeting marriage falling into the water. Emily bid farewell to Issac, "I will have my lawyer conta

he said smoothly, his voice pitched just loud enough for those nearby to hear. For a beat, Emily simply stared at him, frozen. It wasn’t the words that caught her off guard—it was the flash of silver on his left hand. Her breath hitched. On his ring finger, gleaming under the crystal lights, was a band she recognized instantly. The first version of the wedding ring she had once designed. The one she had ripped apart and deleted. Or so she thought. Her mind raced. He must have pulled it from an old backup. Dug it out from somewhere he shouldn’t have even had access to.

His mother had given him his great grandmother’s ring. It was a beautiful ring, white gold with small diamonds along the top half of the band. In the middle of the ring held two princess cut diamonds and in the center was a brilliant marquise shaped ice blue diamond. The color of the diamond is almost the exact shade of Emma’s eyes. His mother gave him this ring to give to Emma, and he planned on giving it to her tonight after the ceremony.

I asked, but as soon as he knelt beside me, the questions vanished. I covered my mouth, unable to stop my eyes from filling with tears. Heavens, was this really happening? “Emily Carvalho, we’ve been through highs and lows in our lives, and after five years apart, we’re finally together again. I don’t want to spend another day without you in my life.” “Marcos…” “Will you marry me?” He opened the box, revealing a solitaire ring with a lilac stone gleaming in the sunlight, an oval cut. I melted even more—he still remembered my favorite color.

It was definitely expensive and more than that what shocked him was that it was perfect in his finger! “Wow! It must be very expensive Mily?” He looked up at Mily and then the other similar pair in his hand which he figured must be the ring for the lady! “It is more precious than my life! These are our wedding rings! Clara’s and Edward’s!” Emily said smiling but she seemed to be in a daze, a bit nostalgic expression on her face! Adrian looked at the ring! It was really an antique and somehow he felt a rare familiarity! But he couldn’t decipher the feeling completely. Emily extended her hand too and said, “I love you Edward! I love you forever!”

"Of course, I missed you too, brother." Just as she turned to make her way to me, she halted, squinting down at Emily’s hand and raising brow. “Am I missing something? I thought there was no wedding with Marco? Why are you wearing a ring?” Emily turned to me immediately, a look of confusion on her face. She probably thought Alexa already knew. I actually hadn't informed anyone about our wedding. Only my friends in Malta knew. “That’s not Marco’s ring.” I said simply. “Emily and I got married in Malta.”