Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

The most powerful Godfather in the mafia underworld—Dante Costello—had an expensive diamond signet ring custom-made to fit my finger perfectly and sent straight to our home. He said that whoever could wear the ring would become the lady of his family. The Monroe family had long since fallen from grace. All that remained were four women. On ordinary days, we fought endlessly, tearing each other apart. Every single one of us wanted to marry Dante because marrying him meant preserving a life of dignity and comfort. In the first life, the fake heiress, Blair, secretly had the ring resized smaller and married into the family. Dante took one look at her, then had her thrown into the river to drown. “Not her.” In the second life, my cousin, Chloe, underwent plastic surgery to alter her fingers and force the ring on. Dante gifted her a staged car accident. “Still not her.” In the third life, my stepmother, Catherine, clenched her teeth and forced the ring onto her finger. Her blood hadn’t even dried when she married Dante. He coldly slashed her face, then locked her in the basement, where she slowly wasted away until death. By the fourth life, all three of them were terrified. None of them dared to marry him anymore, so they hurriedly pushed me forward instead. I put on the ring. This time, the size was perfect. Just when I thought my good days had finally begun, Dante stabbed me to death on our wedding night, his eyes burning red with madness. After my rebirth, the consigliere of the Dante family delivered the ring once again. This time, all four of us avoided it like the plague.

“You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?” Paige’s voice trembled quietly. Leonardo D’Angelo, her boss, the man she’d spent way too many nights secretly pining over, was holding her by the shoulders. His eyes beseeching. Paige, I know this might come as a surprise to you,” Leonardo’s voice was softer, almost hesitant. “But I need you to be my fake fiancée.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. This had to be a joke. “I—what?” she stammered, staring at him like he’d grown another head. “It’s only for three to four weeks,” he pressed, his grip tightening slightly on her shoulders. “I’ll pay you double, or a vacation, whatever you want. Just say yes.” Paige opened her mouth to refuse, because this was insane, but the look in his eyes stopped her. For once, the arrogant, self-assured Leonardo D’Angelo looked… vulnerable. “Please,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper. She should have said no. She should have walked away. Instead, the word slipped from her lips before she could stop it. “Yes.” The relief on his face was immediate, but Paige’s stomach twisted with nerves. What had she just agreed to? And yet, somewhere beneath the chaos, was the dangerous thrill of being the woman by his side.

After I married Riccardo, the Don of the Moretti family, he paraded a string of mistresses in front of me. He never gave me a second glance. But on our tenth anniversary—right after my father’s death—he suddenly promised me half of his empire. The catch? In return, he planned to seize control of all my family’s arms-dealing routes. That pissed off his favorite mistress. She cornered him on his yacht, demanding he take his words back. Then she fell overboard and died. An “accident.” After she died, Riccardo went insane. He took it all out on me. He tied me to the back of his yacht. He dragged me through the sea, a human anchor, until the rocks shattered my legs, crippling me for life. I became the family’s shame. Then, as I lay helpless, he finished the job with poison. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Angelo Marino—the head of our rival family—proposed to me. In my last life, my family forced me to say no. He came for me, a one-man army. He killed Riccardo, but died in the process. This time, I looked at his kind face and nodded. Yes. But as we embraced, Riccardo appeared. He ripped me from Angelo's arms and claimed me as his own. That’s when I realized the cruelest joke of all. My monster was back, too.

Lennox never meant to lie. But when her college reunion turned into a smug parade of successful husbands and million-dollar engagement rings, the words tumbled out before she could stop them. She was engaged. And when they demanded a name, the only one that came to mind was her billionaire best friend of five years. Ashford Winslow. Cornered, tipsy, and spiraling, Lennox did the only thing she could think of, she called him for backup. An hour later, Ashford strolled into the reunion like he owned the room, a custom million-dollar ring in his pocket and a possessive glint in his eyes. He slid the ring onto her finger with a charming smile. “Baby, you forgot your engagement ring, so I thought I’d bring it to you, and let everyone know who you belong to.”

On the eve of our wedding, Ellis Stewart threw a tantrum and hurled the wedding ring I had given her. I spent the entire night searching through the icy lake until my numb fingers finally closed around it. When I went to return the ring to her, I overheard her speaking with a close friend. “How many times have you toyed with Jonathan already? “It’s been three years since Gregory’s passing, and you still can’t forget him?” “If Jonathan hadn’t clung to me three years ago, begging me to pick him up, how could Gregory have died in that car accident?” Ellis replied coldly. “He’s the one who killed Gregory. Everything that happened was nothing but his own doing.” My knuckles whitened around the ring, and for an instant, it felt as though all the blood in my body had turned cold. So Ellis had never loved me at all. My unwavering devotion had been nothing more than a crucial piece of her revenge. In silence, I let the ring fall from my hand. Then I pulled out my phone. “Dad, Mom, I’ve figured things out. I agree to the marriage you’ve arranged. Let the wedding be in three days.”

After hearing about the story of her parent's death, the only feeling that gnaws in Aurora's heart is anger and revenge. Her uncle tries to stop her but she feels that there's no better way for peace to reign until vengeance is exerted. Though her parent's killers are dead, the consequences of their actions are transferred to the children, Matteo, Capo of the Outfit in New York and Angelo his brother. She finds a way to get into the Capo's house with the disguise of a chef. But it's hard for her to remain vengeful when she gets entangled with the ruthless and fearless Matteo.

Angelo loved her from the very first moment he laid eyes on her. She didn't know who he was and what he did in his past and he loved it that way .It was his past and he wanted her not just for fun but for keeps. If only she stopped running away from him...Cleo didn't want to catch feelings for a guy who was out of her league . He had everything sussed out and she didn't or so she thought . Running was always a safe option but fate had other plans ...

Amelia eyes widened as his kiss caught her unaware, right there in front of the crowd. He held her fingers while at it, inserting the diamond engagement ring on her ring finger. "Put the ring on Amelia. For your husband is watching..." he whispered in her ear as his eyes met with Hector's blazing fury, "and I want him to see...," he inhaled her scent deeply, intoxicating the hell out of him, "how I finally announce to the public and make his maid mine." ~~ Subjected to maltreatment under the Ashfords roof, Amelia's request for a divorce was always rejected by her husband, Hector. One night, after Amelia had snuck out to her secret workplace at a night club, she caught the eye of Alex Worthington—the reclusive and powerful billionaire owner of Worthington's tower. Although, she doesn't know it yet, Amelia is the gentleman's obsession that not even Hector would be able to stop!

Rejected on the night of a forced wedding, Ruby Blackwood finds herself cast aside by both the werewolf pack and her own family. Betrayed by those closest to her and stripped of her place as the Luna, Ruby is left to rebuild her life from the ground up. Seven years later, as a successful fashion designer and mother of twins, Ruby’s past collides with her present when Alpha Roman D’Angelo returns, demanding answers—and a second chance. But Ruby is no longer the weak girl he discarded, and this time, it’s her turn to either reject him or forgive and accept him.

On our fifth anniversary, I came across the Instagram page of a stranger named Serena Reed. The girl lay sideways on a hospital bed, her bandage-wrapped hand intertwined with a man's larger hand. On the man's ring finger was a moonstone ring, with Vincent Carter's name and my own name clearly engraved on the band. Below the photo, the girl had written: "It's just a tiny scratch, but he was so worried he insisted I stay in the hospital. Being loved like this feels incredible!" An hour earlier, Vincent had apologized to me over the phone. "Nina, there's an urgent matter with the patrol team. Don't wait for me for dinner. When I come back, I'll bring you a gift." He was not coming home for our anniversary because he was with another woman. I silently melted down the moonstone ring and sent it to Vincent as a gift. Then I packed all my belongings, including the pup in my womb, and left the Shadow pack quietly, never to return.