My Sister Wore My Engagement Ring Novels & Stories

I gaped at how beautiful it was. “My sister is back,” I said. I don’t want us to fuck while I’m in my nice clothes. “I received a message from her.” He didn’t stop kissing my neck or my earlobe. “Hmm?” He only hummed as he held her hand up to admire the ring. The diamond was in the middle with various gemstones around it. “Don’t you like it?” “Huh?” I was momentarily lost. “The ring?” I stared at it. It was breathtaking. I don’t like diamonds but the ring was indeed breathtaking.

she shouted jokingly. " Desmond, you can't say that to your sister" mom cautioned. " Well that's because I'm serious " I said. " Fine, I heard you I won't take it off" she said. " Good" I said then went to my mom and put the ring on her finger as well then did the same to my sister. " so is this a spiritual ring or what?......that you have to force us to put it on" Mom asked. " No.....just think of it like a family heirloom "I said.

I wanted to tell him that I was glad too, that I was glad that I had seen beyond his kind smiles and face and that he had shown his true colours before we tied the knot. " What do you want?" I said instead, a bored expression on my face. " I want my ring back. " He said and I looked at him shocked. The ring he had engaged me with was a simple but yet expensive one. I remembered blushing so violently as I kissed him over and over, thanking him for what he got, happy to take another step with him in life. He wanted it back. To give it to my sister. " I threw it out"I said simply.

Mom chimed in, her tone both affectionate and insistent. “Mom, please, not this again.” I rolled my eyes, but I knew from experience that she wouldn’t drop the subject so easily. “You may not like this discussion, but that doesn’t mean we can avoid it forever.” “Mom, can I tell her my news?” Eva interjected, clearly irritated by the direction the conversation was heading. “What news?” I asked, turning to my sister. She grinned and held out her left hand, showing off a dazzling diamond ring. “I’m engaged!” Eva exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

“My date is in the car… but I still can’t believe you’re getting married.” He chuckled. I forced a smile. My eyes dropped to the engagement ring on my finger. Tommy bought the wrong size. It pinched my skin every time I moved, almost like it simply wasn’t meant for me. “Are you okay?” Levi stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You don’t look happy.” “I’m fine,” I answered quickly. Too quickly. I straightened up and avoided his eyes. “You should go. You know my sister doesn’t like waiting.”

"What are you doing here?" The question caught me off guard. "I came here because..." I almost said because I wanted to surprise you. But I stopped myself immediately. I remembered why I was still here, plus I wasn't about to let him interrogate me after what he had done. I lifted my left hand deliberately, showing off the diamond ring. "I came here to attend my fiancé’s sister's engagement celebration." His eyes followed the movement. "So it's true?" he asked quietly. "Why do you look so shocked, William? Did you think you were the only one who moved on?”

’’ I said giving her my business card and she accepted shocked while I took my love to the jeweler shop. ‘’I like the dropped earrings. But the stone ones also match so well,’’ she said showing me both while I was looking at the couple engagements rings. ‘’Stone ones look better. Which ring do you want?’’ I replied to her asking at the end. ‘’It’s my sister's engagement. Why would I wear a ring?’’ she asked keeping her eyes on earring choosing. ‘’Who says you can’t wear a ring without engagement.’’ I lied as all I want is her to try rings and find out which one she will like me to purpose with and also I want to get her perfect size as well.

' 'Clara, you don't ask that about your brother, but yeah, oh he was,' I said dreamily, remembering where his lips traveled last night. My sister sprayed me with the showerhead. 'Stop daydreaming, and let's go. There's more of that later.' I blushed. We were rinsing off when I noticed the largest diamond ring I’ve ever seen on my sister’s left hand. ‘Clara! Eeeeee… Did you forget to tell me you’re engaged? Did you say yes to Baz? Omg! Omg! Omg! How large is this thing?’ I squealed in delight as I held her hand. She swatted me away, and I handed her a towel as we both dried off.

Coming home to see their beautiful faces was the highlight of my day and waking up to see them was just what I needed to get me going. On the day we finally announced our engagement in some time in the middle of January, I got her a Cartier emerald-cut diamond ring and we had a mini photoshoot for it. The moment we posted it on our timelines, it immediately went viral with mixed reactions from internet users but of course, their opinions did not matter. "You did not tell your brother about this before now?" I asked when she dropped the call with her only sibling who did not seem pleased with the news probably because he found out about his sister's engagement like everyone else.

Then her sister stepped out, dressed like she'd walked off a magazine cover, smiling like the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened at all. She crossed the courtyard straight toward Eva, heels striking stone. "You look terrible," she said, pulling off the sunglasses. "You disappeared. The wedding—" I had ---" "I know what you had to do." Her gaze dropped to Eva's hand. To the ring. "Give it back." Before Eva could answer, her sister lunged — quick, sharp, fingers closing around Eva's hand, trying to twist the ring loose right there on her finger. "Stop—" Eva yanked her hand back so hard she stumbled against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"