Emily Mariko Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

Father shoved his chair back. The wooden legs screamed against the marble. "Get out of my house," he said, voice dripping venom. "Get out of this family. We have no room for selfish, cold-blooded leeches like you." He pointed at the door. "If your mother has a breakdown tonight because of your scene, I swear you'll regret the day you were born." Marco stepped forward. He reached into his breast pocket and drew out the velvet case. The three-carat emerald-cut ring—the one he'd slid onto my finger at our engagement dinner—he held it between his thumb and forefinger. Looked at me. Then opened his hand.

she ended, and I gasped, no, two gasps. She gave Carl a strip show. She wants my life in return. My eyes darted to Emilia, and I wondered what was on her own deck and just like she knew what I was thinking. She stretched her hands on the table, revealing a shiny pink ring, and let out a sigh. " i am married, guys," she announced with a gloomy voice and heavy heart, and I felt the world spin right in front of my eyes before a loud bang resounded in my ears.

I shakily raise my hand a bit to look at it closely. Damn, am I seeing it right? A stunning diamond ring is wrapped around my ring finger and it fits so perfectly. "Emilio, w-what…” tears of joy stream down my face like a dam that had just been released. I look at him and he looks back at me with a genuine glint in his blue eyes. "Please Marry me, Bethy."

She turned to look at him. "My lady, the ring," he said quietly before Emily was looking at the rings that were on display. It was a yellow topaz engagement ring and platinum wedding bands, thanks to the Viscount of Vyckos who was a close friend of Ian. "Right," she said as she was taking the wedding band and holding it in her shaky fingers. The archbishop cleared his throat before she was looking at Ian through the veil. The marquis was looking at her with his intense amber eyes, the same color as her engagement ring. Maybe that's the mark that I was his wife, Emily mused before the archbishop was reciting the vows for the nuptial.

Emilia's POV. After the entire wedding ceremony was completed, I returned to the dressing room and couldn't stop staring at my ring. A wedding ring. I am actually married, like really and truly. It is done. I am now Mrs Emilia Riccardo De Luca. I wasn't sure whether to laugh to cry but I was really close to crying and the tears started flowing the moment Pat opened the door to the dressing room and walked in. I was a mess. A huge big mess.

EMILIA POV The reception was perfect. Simple. Just the six of us. String lights glowing. Food spread out. Music playing softly. The sun had set. Stars beginning to appear. Magic. Pure magic. I couldn't stop looking at my ring. Silver band. Simple. Perfect. I was married. Actually married. To Axel. My husband. The word felt strange. Foreign. But right. So right. "Speech time!" Marcus called out. "Do we have to?" I asked.

Although Emilia knew it was far from that, for her at least. “ You’re a good dancer, I didn’t take you to be one.” Emilia said quietly as they moved gently to the song. His hands were on her lower back and her hands were planted firmly around his neck. “ I also didn’t take you to be one dear wife.” Liam replied with much emphasis in the word ' wife ' . Emilia cringed at the word. She couldn’t believe that she was already a MRS. Just a few months ago, she had no plans of getting married, she didn’t even have a lover but she was now a wife, a wife to Liam Kings.

"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.

The night before my wedding, my fiancé, Dante, changed the engraving inside our rings from "Amor Aeternus" to "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. His missing adopted sister was on his mind, not his bride. So I took off my veil. "The wedding's off," I declared. "Isabella Rossi, do you take Dante Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you part?"

Several small white diamonds surrounded a deep blue stone that caught the light. Back when I bought Wendy’s wedding ring, I chose the simplest design because I wanted her to wear it whenever she liked. At the same time, I wanted it to have a special touch. So, I had one of the white diamonds replaced with a blue one. Blue was Wendy’s lucky color. I had the rings custom-made. I held up my hand in front of him. “What a coincidence! We have the same ring.” His hand flinched. He instinctively covered the ring with his other hand.