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Gia, beaming with happiness, held up her hand, the glimmering golden ring catching the ambient light. "I said yes!" Gia exclaimed, her voice filled with joy and her eyes shining brightly. The soft glow emanating from Gia's ring cast a mesmerizing allure, catching the ambient light as she delicately displayed it for everyone to admire. The golden band, adorned with a radiant gemstone, shimmered like a captured sunbeam against the backdrop of the seaside evening.

My parents were about to refuse but stopped when they saw the look I gave them. I took the ring—not because I was moved, but because on my last birthday, I had wished for a diamond ring from Jim. He had promised, then kept putting it off. But when I saw the initials ‘RS’ engraved inside the band, all my remaining patience vanished. "Tell Jim I don’t accept his confession." "And make sure he knows exactly who that ring was meant for." The Larsons looked like they’d seen a ghost. When they read the initials engraved inside the ring, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything else to convince me.

A reason. I slip the ring , the tracker ring , into the back of his dresser, behind the socks he never touches. I press it once. The red light blinks once, then disappears. Recording. They wanted a game? They were about to lose. When the door opens again, the mood has shifted. Jonathan walks in with Jayden, hand in hand, like they just had a father-son picnic in paradise. Jayden’s cheeks are flushed from the wind, his eyes puffy but dry now.

Anthony really bagged himself a goddess. She turned toward me, her smile lazy and tipsy but still somehow dazzling. “You gonna keep up, future bride, or are we calling it a night?” I let out a giggle. “You wanna see something?” I asked, lifting my hand with exaggerated grace. The lights above caught the ring on my finger—the very same ring that had nearly given me a panic attack when it first slid on. I wiggled my fingers like a magician pulling off a trick. “Bam! Look at that! That’s not just any ring. That’s a Lennox ring.”

A slow, wicked smirk spreads across my face. I move carefully, sliding out from under his arm. He grumbles but doesn’t wake. I straddle his hips, grab one thick wrist, and guide it toward the cuff. “Little Birdie,” he groans, eyes cracking open just a slit. I push him flat on his back and go to snap the cuff around his wrist but freeze. There’s a ring on my finger. A stunning black-band platinum ring with a blood-red ruby that catches the dim light like it’s alive.

I nodded, sniffles coming from my nose. He smiled widely, as he put the black ring on my slender fingers, immediately it touched my fingers it felt like my soul was now chained to his, I felt the bonding in me, it had never left. He rose from his feet, hugged me tightly, I held unto him harder , watched the black ring sparkle as my name initials were embroidered in it. We had a great day, then in the evening, as the Dj played some really nice music, Dave walked to me as I stood with Zara who was telling me about Mr.Big and Sarah.

The heavy door slammed shut, the lock engaging with a loud, final click. I lay alone on the floor, my cheek burning and my throat throbbing in agony. The heavy diamond glittered mockingly on my trembling hand. I grabbed the ring, pulling frantically at the metal, but my fingers were shaking too badly to slide it over my knuckle. It was stuck. I pressed my face into the carpet and sobbed until my raw, bleeding throat could not make another sound.

I tell her, standing up to get us both some water. She lays her chopsticks on the corner of the box, lifting her hand to admire the ring. The setting evening sun hits it just enough to make sparkles appear on the wall and counter. “Having me scream your name while your whole team listens on isn’t enough for people to know I’m yours?” “Not even close.” “But this helps?” She flashes the ring in my direction. “You’re damn right it does. With that on your finger no man should dare to look twice at you.”

"Wear something that doesn't make you look like you're being held hostage." "I'll wear what I like." "Good. That's what she'll want to see." I opened the door and stepped out with my heels still dangling from my fingers. The cold concrete bit at my feet, but I barely felt it. "Goodnight, Aiden." "Goodnight, Belly." I walked up to the gate without looking back, afraid that if I did, I would see something on his face that I wasn't ready to name. Only when I was inside, with the door shut behind me, did I let myself lean against it and look at the ring again. It was supposed to be a lie. So why did it feel so heavy?

"Alice Winterwood. Will you truly marry me?" Ronan slowly opened his fist. Resting on his calloused palm was a platinum ring set with a brilliant, pure diamond that caught the room's dim light. A single tear slipped down Alice’s cheek. "Of course. I will." Ronan took a deep breath, an overwhelming sense of relief washing over his face. He was just about to pick up the ring and slip it onto Alice’s finger when her hand suddenly stopped him. "Wait a second," Alice murmured. She narrowed her eyes, pulling Ronan’s palm closer to examine the engraved details inside the cold metal band. Her name and Ronan’s were etched side by side.