Emily Mariko Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

"Liam, please. Please don't do this." "Don't do what?" His voice rose. "Don't expose the truth? Don't let the world see what their precious Empress really is? Don't" He stopped, staring at her. "You're wearing a wedding ring." The room went cold. Elara's hand flew to the simple band on her finger the Vanderbilt family's traditional gift to new brides, placed there hours ago by Marcus himself. She hadn't taken it off. Hadn't thought to hide it. Liam crossed to her in three strides, grabbing her hand, staring at the ring like it was a wound.

“Erm, what the fucking fuck?” We all laugh. How could we not? “We’re getting married, now.” I point to the priest, although he looks at us like we’re crazy. The registrar also thinking we are. I don’t care. Actually, we don’t care. We gave her the collar, the two rings that connect into one, and the clit bar. We have another ring, once that is five different colours of gold entwined together. One to symbolise each one of us. “So, we’re getting married?” Emmi questions.

As Emily entered her room, she searched her wardrobe and luckily found a silver-colored diamond ring, similar to the type Larry had used to propose to Miranda. Miranda took it and wore it. It was a little oversized as Emily had grown chubbier than her. Miranda removed the ring and pressed it a little to adjust the size, as the ring that Larry gave her fit her hand properly. "I can manage this. Thank you. Do not worry, I will purchase a new ring for you. I hope this isn't a spiritual ring or a gift from your boyfriend?" Miranda inquired, knowing that she had seen some spiritual rings with spirit connectivity. She didn't want to attract or mistakenly engage herself to Emily's spiritual husband

Sitting by my bed, he gently pulled the blanket over me before staring at me with a complex look in his eyes. I sat up and met his gaze with a silent look, questioning what he was doing. "Swan, where did you put your wedding ring? Eiro really likes it, so she wants to borrow and wear it during the marking ceremony," he said, awkwardly scratching his head. I let out a soft, bitter laugh. To commemorate our love, I designed and crafted the ring from rare emeralds and diamonds using the finest techniques. It was a heart-shaped ring symbolizing true love.

“But you don’t have your ring on?” “Oh, Ohm.” Emily said, regarding her hand. It was an odd thing to notice, but she was not used to the ring; it was too flashy for her simple taste. “I noticed you had on a stunning rock last night.” Mark tried to make the situation light. He shook his head to clear it; in fact, it was a good thing that she was married. Mark didn’t have space for any women in his life. He had none since he had woken up in a strange place.

Mariko honestly said, which made Ethan shrug. “Well, that’s your decision to make. I know Marcus will understand that.” Ethan said, then he turned his gaze at Marcus, “right, Marcus?” Marcus nodded. “I am willing to wait for you. Even if it takes years.” *** The party had ended, and the invited guests had gradually gone home. Marcus sent Mariko back to her penthouse. “Thank you for the ride,” Mariko said, and she gave back Marcus’ coat. Marcus fished out a little box from his pocket and opened them. It was a ring with a small diamond design in the middle. “Will you take this ring as a symbol that you’re mine and you will marry me soon?” he asked.

Emilia was happy and carefree, and Marco could tell that she was enjoying herself. Finally, the moment arrived. Marco got down on one knee and pulled out a small box. Emilia's eyes widened in surprise as she saw the ring, and Marco's heart skipped a beat as he asked the question. "Emilia, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were special. Will you marry me?" Tears of joy streamed down Emilia's face as she nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, a million times yes!" she exclaimed. As Marco placed the ring on Emilia's finger, the string quartet started playing a beautiful rendition of Emilia's favorite classical song. The photographer snapped pictures in the background, capturing the moment forever.

unremarkable, especially compared to the other glittering treasures. Emilia notices my gaze. “Ah, the family ring,” she says, picking it up and inspecting it with a wistful smile. “Or rather, the fake one.” “Fake?” I repeat, curiosity piqued. She nods. “The real one is too precious. Her Majesty insisted on having it nearby, but we couldn’t risk it getting damaged. So, I had this replica made. It’s good enough to fool her.” Emilia chuckles lightly, but there’s a sadness in her eyes. “The real ring, well, it has its own history. There’s an old tale that it glows when worn by someone who’s met their true love.”

I can feel her desire through the bond, and I can't help the smirk that falls onto my face. I took the ring box out of my pocket, took out the ring, and placed it on her finger. It is a rose gold band with green emeralds circling a diamond. I liked the green emeralds because they are the color of her eyes. Lila stared at it, her mouth partly open. "It's beautiful." She murmurs

“We’ll have dinner together,all of us.” Emily nodded and watched her disappear down the hall. She turned to go upstairs,already reaching for the railing—when Adrian’s voice stopped her. “Don’t you have something you want to ask me?” She paused,glancing back at him.“About the wedding rings?” He arched an eyebrow,as if amused by her hesitation.“Mm.” Emily hesitated.“I…was wondering what style you might like.If you have a preference.” Without missing a beat,Adrian answered,“Mobius ring.”