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Emily frowned slightly. That didn’t sit right. But she let it go. Claire pulled backand her eyes immediately dropped to Emily’s hand. The ring. Her smile faltered for a split second. “Where did you get that?” Emily glanced at it. “Ethan gave it to me.” “A ring. Like a diamond ring. Why?” “Public image, I guess,” Emily said casually, though her voice wasn’t entirely steady. Like something in her wanted to hide the whole detail behind the ring from her.

Instead, she went to the bathroom to fetch a warm towel to tend to him. Emilia knelt beside Gael as she gently and attentively wiped him down. She turned his arm and caught a glint of something shiny falling from his hand. It was a diamond ring, dazzling and beautiful. This was Yanni's wedding ring. However, she was a surgeon who often performed operations. So, she rarely wore it. That was why it remained as good as new after seven years. Emilia misinterpreted the situation. She thought it was a ring Gael had bought for her, and she happily picked it up to slip it onto her ring finger.

"On my woman. Looking exactly the way I knew you would." She bites her lip. Looks up at me through her lashes and I feel that look somewhere in my chest, deep and aching. Then I see it. The ring. Marco's ring. On her left hand. The simple gold band that has been sitting on her finger for seven years marking her as someone else's. I knew she'd be wearing it. Of course I knew — we're going to a formal event, a gathering of every significant family in the region. She's attending as Marco Valentino's wife. The ring is part of the costume, part of the performance.

I just held her hand and smiled, reminding her, "After we're done here, let's buy a fake diamond ring for the ceremony. That way, if some sticky-fingered thief tries to snatch it, we won't lose the real one." Logically, Emily knew I was just making a suggestion. But emotionally, it felt like a knife slowly slicing through her heart—pushing her into this obsessive, unbearable curiosity. Was I saying this because I'd had my wedding ring stolen before? At my wedding with Jessica.

I froze. In my head, I know I should run away but my body suddenly can't move. He opened the tiny red box and there it is. This is the 24.9 carat emerald cut diamond ring with 2 more large diamonds on both sides set in platinum surrounded with 30 more diamonds. This ring was designed by my mother itself and was said to be the most expensive ring that Hoseki has been made. It is also limited only to family members. I looked at the ring and to Luke's face with confusion. "Alora, our parents decided for us to get married after we graduate from college. So from now on, you belong to me."

But what I hadn’t told her, what I’d been hiding for the past month, was that I’d invited everyone. Every friend, every coworker, every person who had walked through fire for her these past few years. The restaurant was booked out. Mikhail helped me organize it all. Elle made sure the dress got delivered on time. Laura threatened to murder me in my sleep if I chickened out at the last second. And still, none of that scared me half as much as what was tucked inside my jacket. A ring. It wasn’t flashy. Emily wasn’t the flashy type. It was delicate and classic, a small oval diamond surrounded by tiny gold leaves that curled into the band like vines. It reminded me of her. Quietly breathtaking.

Jim interrupted her. "Then I'll wear white," Alicia cut in agitatedly. Jim saw that Alicia's distress was real. "Okay, okay. Let's not have a church wedding," he murmured cajolingly. "Thank you, Jim." "Oh, Alicia! You made me so happy!" He held her hands and offered a gentle kiss on every finger. "Here is my late mother's ring. Wear this for always." The antique gold ring had a modestly-sized pink diamond. It was surrounded by small emeralds. The stones twinkled with every move of her left hand.

It isn’t lost on me that he won’t call Mark his father, but still cares enough to check-in on me. “Apologetic,” Jasper says. “Good,” Eric says trying to sound indifferent, but I notice the catch in his voice. Maybe no one else does, but that’s just what happens when your fated bond is strong. After a beat too long, Emily breaks the silence. “Anyway,” she draws out and wiggles her fingers on her left hand so that a large diamond ring sparkles in beneath the candle chandelier. I gasp and take her hand into mine. “No way,” I say as I inspect the rock that somehow sits on a dainty gold band. I look between Jasper and Emily my mouth hanging open. Jasper couldn’t hide his smile even if he tried, w

"Oh my gosh, did we get married again?" Emilia squeaked, raising her hand to inspect her finger while the other covered her mouth. She'd come back with bare hands and thanks to his possessiveness, he had bought her another ring. If she insisted on calling herself Mrs. Carter, it was only right she wore a wedding ring. Max had been wondering when to give it to her and how to make her wear it without getting on her bad side. Luckily, she'd given him an opening and he'd be a fool not to take it. He still couldn't believe she'd suggested they renew their vows. Granted, she'd been trying to stick it to Lisandra but he wasn't complaining.

Whispers and murmurs erupted across the entire banquet hall. Ethelyne stared at him sideways, her body nearly pressing against his. However, Marvin immediately shifted away and said, "Excuse me, Miss Wilmer, my wife is sitting right beside me." Despite receiving a public rebuff, Ethelyne wasn't deterred in the least. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small velvet box. "A Gloris Nine Black Diamond ring. Specially for you, Mr. Marvin Rock!" Everyone around the table gasped in shock!