Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

I hung up. It was clear. Calling Marco was useless. Seeing this, Isabella clicked over in her heels, looming over us. "Alright, you bitch. Stop the act. Apologize to my son. Now." But I wasn't listening to her anymore. My eyes locked on her hand. On the antique ruby ring sparkling under the lights. The symbol of the Falcone matriarch. The one passed down from my grandmother. My ring. Then I looked at the boy next to her, Nico.

Later that night, I saw Angelina’s new post. A photo, uploaded three minutes ago. On her slender, pale neck hung a dazzling pink diamond necklace. The main stone was flawless, throwing off a blinding, luxurious light. The caption read: “I love it. I think I know what’s in his heart.” That pink diamond was the star of the auction, the final, most expensive piece. Priceless. I stared at the screen, then shut off my phone with a bitter laugh. Not long after, Donatello came home.

“We are also most definitely surprised to see you, what brings you to our school Mr Montero” Antonio grins at Angela and brings out a sparkling diamond ring from his pocket. “Actually I came to see my fiancée," he saie and took a few steps towards Angela and took her hand. The two women's mouths drop open in shock. “Always wear your ring..my precious”. He put it in her finger and kissed it. He knew she was probably cursing him from the mischievous look in her eyes. Angela pulled her hand away from his ,her brows arched.

But the recoil sent her stumbling back awkwardly. The caption read: "Nico says I have a deadly, wild look when I shoot." The comments below were filled with praise from Moretti family bootlickers. The second was a candid shot of her at a banquet. On her wrist was a Patek Philippe. It was the custom model I'd given Nico, with my initials engraved on the caseback. Now, it was on her wrist, a silent declaration of victory and replacement. She wanted to tell the world that she hadn't just taken my man, she had taken over my entire life.

Her eyes could not escape the couple who were celebrating love over the misery of the Basin. "You're really bad, Nico! You're not the Nico I used to know," Celine whispered, her heart feeling like it had been pierced by thorns multiple times as she watched Nico and Ruby about to exchange rings. Nico held Ruby's hand gently, then took the ring from the small box given by a waiter. "I, Nicolas William Khiel, hereby pin this ring as a token of my love and loyalty to Ruby," Nico said in a firm yet gentle voice. He slipped the ring onto Ruby's ring finger, and instantly, Ruby smiled widely.

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

He flipped it open, took out a small box, and placed it on the desk between them. The box was old, worn at the corners, hinge slightly loose. Inside, on a bed of black silk, sat the heirloom ring. Platinum band, heavy with the Maretti crest carved deep enough to leave a mark if you hit someone wearing it. Nico’s hand twitched, but he didn’t reach for it yet.

After that came a fifty-nine-carat pink diamond ring… Over the years, he had bought roughly six rings in total. The largest one so far was a Pink Star diamond, close to seventy carats. Thinking of this, Leon made a call to the property manager at Crestwood Heights, asking him to make a trip over. Leon stepped out of the bedroom and saw Annie fastening something onto the collar of Angela’s white shirt. When he walked closer, he saw it clearly. It was a tiny red heart. He raised a brow and asked Annie, “Is there another one?”

Never once did her emotions take over as she mocked me, no she was just calm, bored almost. Nothing I said would or could penetrate her mental armour, as she slid off her signature black silk gloves. Looking over her long black perfectly manicured nails, the black diamond promise ring Angelo gave her for her sixteenth birthday sitting upon her long elegant fingers. A single letter ‘A’ tattooed on her right hand just above her thumb.

She was one of her most trustworthy employees. "Only if her boyfriend is Leon Alvarez," Nick replied with a roll of his eyes. Nick had found the ring around her finger strikingly familiar. He knew he had seen it somewhere and upon a little stress on brain, he realised where. It was sold off in an auction about a year back. And the person who bought it was none other than Leon Alvares, the owner of Gemstones. It was a promotional stunt. "Why would he gift her something this expensive?" Angela thought aloud to herself.