روايات وقصص ضمن Emily Mariko Wedding Ring

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.

Break anyone standing between us. Marcus straightened his posture, his hands locking behind his back. "Done sir." He turned and walked out leaving the men. Victor brought out Emily's wedding ring from his pocket. He remembered the day he put it on her finger. Not because he loved her. Because he thought that ring meant ownership. "You'll come home..." His thumb ran over the band. "Everyone eventually does."

It took me everything I had to work up the courage to confess. That ring was my mother's—meant for my wedding. I thought he wouldn't accept it. Didn't expect him to say yes. Marco froze. His eyes went to my hand. He remembered that night too. "Serana... you mean this one?" Liliana pulled off her glove. That emerald ring was on her finger. Before I could speak, Liliana's eyes went wet. Panic flooded her face. "Oh no—I'm so sorry. I'll return it right now. Please don't be upset."

Inside lay a thick black leather collar, wide enough to sit just above her breasts, engraved with a single line of tiny, elegant script that she couldn’t read yet: *Ours. Forever.* “I don’t want a wedding band or a house or anything that makes this official,” he said quietly. “Just this. So when he looks at you, he’ll know exactly who you belong to.” Emma’s breath hitched. She’d known this was coming. After seven straight days of them using every room, after the shower, the rug, the kitchen island, the hallway, the guest room, the couch after waking up every morning leaking and plugged and smiling at Mark like nothing had happened she’d known the collar would be the final step.

" In the hallway console table, on the first drawer, there is a red velvet box. Come with it." " Dress nicely. " Just then, two texts came in, at once, and my eyes teared up from just reading them. A red velvet box, in the console. Of course, I had seen it. The velvet box housed a diamond ring, worth millions. I had seen it two days ago, and to be honest, I hadn't been able to sleep after that. After years of loving him, Marco was finally ready to propose and I didn't know how to sit with it.