Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

she asked. “Just a little gift to let you know I was thinking about you while I was away,” he said, smiling. She felt a rush of excitement at the unexpected gesture, but she was happy he thought of her. She opened the box. She inhaled sharply. “Angelo, It’s beautiful! You shouldn’t have.” It was a stainless steel ladies’ watch. But not just any watch. A Versace Mystique Sunray Dial Diamond ladies’ watch. It had a white face, and a stainless steel link bracelet and casing with diamonds surrounding the bezel ring.

I closed my eyes as he traced his finger along my collarbone. I felt him put a necklace around my neck and I touched it, slowly opening my eyes. I looked down, admiring it. It was a simple gold chain with a small diamond pendant, upon closer inspection I realized his initials were graven into the pendant. A&A for ANTONIO & ANASTELA .

"For as long as we both shall live." I take Bianca's hand, pushing on the wedding band before I push the engagement ring she deserves down her slender finger. The red diamond looks good on her, and her eyes widen as she looks down at her hand. "Niko," she whispers in protest. Subtly shaking my head, I pass her the Luca ring Dimitri supplied for me. It's plain, with no meaning, but that's okay. I don't need a piece of metal to signify the bond we are creating. She takes it with shaky fingers before nodding almost to herself.

So as the night went on, Arcangelo got more and more involved in the auction, buying more and more for the event. He ended up buying jewelry and gems and artifacts. Paintings, and antiques. Watches and cars. Everything and anything that captured his attention. In the end, he bought a simple necklace which had a 14 karat gold chain with a solitaire sapphire pendant. Even from where he sat, Arcangelo could see that the blue of the stone was the exact blue of her eyes. "The starting bid is of five thousand dollars." "Ten thousand," Arcangelo announced as either gasps or groans filled the hall.

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.