Nico Di Angelo Ring Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Give me the ring you have.” “But this is her ring,” Angelo hissed back, I could hear them. “I stool it from her for my plan.” “I can’t ask her to marry me with her ring I guess.” “No you can’t dad. You should have got one for your plan. I don’t know even how you run A Mafia Empaire.” “Believe me, son. It’s easier than this,” Luca said. “Now give me the ring.” Angelo passed it to him with a sigh. “Try your Luck l, I wish she wouldn’t turn you down for it.”

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.

Riccardo had cut off that escape route, too. He bought the gem but put the money in an account he created for me. I couldn't touch a single cent. "Gia, it's windy. You'll catch a cold," Angelo's voice was soft. He produced a pocket square and gently dabbed her lips, where a single drop of champagne lingered. The gesture was so casual, so intimate, it twisted the knife in my gut. Then I saw the platinum cufflinks on Angelo's wrist. I had given them to him. They were engraved with our initials.

“Baby, you get diamonds. That’s your titty card.” The girl laughed, drunk as hell, pressing the card against her chest and blowing a kiss. “Who’s next?” Vincenzo said, spinning another card toward a girl grinding in Miguel’s lap, even though he was already half-dead. Angelo didn’t move. He sat near the balcony doors, one arm draped over the chair, the other holding a cigarette. Smoke curled from his lips as he watched the city. Lights blinked far off, slow and steady. Cars honked below, but nothing serious. Not yet.

Holy fuck, his touch is like lightning, my body zings, it begins to flame for him, and I want to scream at myself for this reaction. Nico raises his glass, “to us Lucky Gianluca soon to be Lucky Santangelo, Queen of the Santangelo family who will give me babies, a lot of babies. I am thinking five or six.” He takes a long sip of his wine. I consider hurling my glass at him and ruining his pristine white button down. His shoulders are broad and fills it out perfectly, I notice the ink on his left hand that runs up and under the cuff of his shirt. I cock an eyebrow at him.

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

If they weren't going to tell anyone about her pregnancy then I would, after all, it was a thing of joy. I sighted Angelo from afar, his back was hunched as if he had his eyes fixated on something below him. I crept slowly towards him then made a barking sound which caused him to turn around. He flashed a what's-your-problem look at me while I reacted with my fake smile. "You are supposed to be with your fiancé?" He grimaced but I shrugged, lowering my eyes to his hands. In his hand was a small red velvet box that was slightly opened. I snatched it from him and opened it only to find a gold ring which had a diamond rock in the middle.