Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

My dreams of living in a small town with a loving husband go up in smoke. “Exchange wedding rings,” Father Parisi instructs. Before I can think to worry about Angelo’s ring, he removes a small crimson velvet box from his pocket, and opening it, he pulls two wedding bands from the pillow. He hands me the thicker ring that has the letters A & V engraved on it. A for Angelo and V for Vittoria. I’m confused by the romantic gesture. When Angelo pushes the thinner band onto my ring finger, he says, “Vittoria, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

The fit was impeccable, hugging my curves perfectly while tastefully accentuating my slight baby bump. Lorenzo walked up behind me and opened a black velvet box. Inside lay an emerald ring breathtaking enough to suffocate every woman in the room—the token of the D'Angelo family matriarchs through the generations. He slowly slid the ring onto my ring finger. The cold gem pressed against my skin, yet it made me feel incredibly safe. "Are you ready, Mrs. D'Angelo?" he asked in a low voice, his eyes full of encouragement. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. No longer the submissive adopted daughter, and no longer the pathetic girl betrayed by her fiancé.

Alessandro Conti. “Excellent. You are ready,” Celeste announced, packing up her station with the speed of a military operation. Marcus approached, holding a velvet box containing a pair of diamond earrings and a simple gold wedding band. “The ring, Mrs. Conti. And the earrings. Mr. Conti will expect you to wear them at all times in public.” I reached out and took the ring. It was heavy, cool, and symbolized the ten million dollar lie. I slipped it onto my finger. It fit perfectly. Of course it did. Alessandro Conti would not deal in approximations.

Sorry. I clicked on her profile. It was Bianca. I met her three months ago at Nico's club. She had walked out of his private booth in a sexy red dress. Nico told me she was just a lost guest. Liar. My breath caught at her latest photo. She was flaunting her curves in a low-cut gown, but the blue diamond necklace was what blinded me. It was the antique Harry Winston piece Nico bought at Sotheby's last month for eight million dollars.

He can have whatsoever he wants engraved in it. "You can have it engraved in the rings. I guess I did not know you were such a romantic." "Only for you." He winked at her. "Alright, so I will engrave 'forever, mio amore' on the rings." Scott wrote something down on a small notepad. "Speaking of which, would you like the same type of ring, Mr. Nicoletti?" "No, a plain band in the same color will be good for me." Adrian replied. "Alright, I just need you to test these to get your size." He gave Adrian a couple of rings.

I’m almost blinded by the sparkling diamonds when I pop it open, my breaths hitching in my lungs. Since the first time, whenever Niko travels he buys me jewelry, a pair of earrings, bracelets, necklaces, and hair adornments, never rings though, I once asked why he hasn’t gotten me any rings and he said; the only ones you need are the ones that proclaim you taken by me, anything else will serve as a distraction. Holding it up with one hand to the light I admire my new piece, wow. It’s beautiful. Picking up my phone I call him. He answers on the first ring.

Angela said, still looking longingly at my ring. “I told you, you could have it,” Jacob told her. “No! Twenty-five grand? Are you out of your mind?” she said. “I’d rather we spend that money on our honeymoon,” she said smiling at her fiancé. She glanced at my ring again. “You must admit, Harry Winston did great on that ring!” “This… this isn’t… a Harry Winston,” I said. Angela laughed. “Right.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, she stares at that ring in a magazine every day. She knows,” Jacob told me.

He didn't speak for a long beat. "Better?" she asked, smoothing the silk. Sion stood up, buttoning his jacket. He walked over to her, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a ring box—velvet, heavy, and definitely not a prop. He opened it to reveal a diamond so large it looked like a weapon.

he announces to everyone "Do you know how long I have been carrying this secret? I have been holding it for WEEKS. I am the worst secret keeper in this entire family and I did it. I did the impossible." "You told three different waiters here while we were setting up," Nico says, appearing behind him with far more composure but an expression that is unmistakably warm underneath it. "That is not the same as telling Sofia," Luca says with dignity. I am still looking at the ring. I cannot stop looking at the ring. It catches the warm overhead lights every time I move my hand even slightly and something about that small movement of light keeps pulling my attention back to it like I need to confir

He needed to find them quickly. Another item that caught his attention was Angelo's ring. The ring he used to wear on his last finger. Angelo referred to it as the ring of goodwill and always presented it to Giovanni as a sign of goodwill after they had a disagreement. Emotions reeled in him as he held the ring tightly. His brother was alive and watching him, he could feel it. ___