Nico Di Angelo Ring นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

I walk over to it and notice that the small box has a small white card on top saying Bella mi sei mancata Enjoy this gift- I apologize for worrying you ~Nic Now I really wished I studied Italian more. I have no idea what the note says but I know that it's Nic's handwriting so it's from him. I set the card aside and open the box to see a beautiful ring sitting on velvet. I take it out, in complete awe at it's beauty. I slip it on my ring finger on my right hand, shocked that it is almost a perfect fit. It's a slightly loose but not to the point it would fall off my finger, it actually makes the ring more comfortable to wear.

I asked, unsure if this was real or maybe even a cruel joke set up by Gianna. His shrug was cute, casual, and confident. “We did. I just thought the would be more fun.” From the beside us, Enzo laughed his deep belly laugh. “Oh yeah. Smile.” I turned just in time to catch his phone aimed at us. When I looked back at Aristide, he still was waiting, only now, he held a ring. Simple. Elegant. A delicate band of platinum, no flashy diamond, just a single. Flawless emerald cut stone. Classic. Just exactly what I mentioned offhandedly once to Elena. He was in the room, but I doubted he was listening.

That made me smile. As an official christmas gift from Antonio I got a necklace, ring and earrings specially made for me. They were beautiful but their beauty is not the most important. They have a tracking device inside if I should somehow end up missing, or worse, abducted. They were made of titanium with a beautiful sapphire shaped like a teardrop. Antonio got an expensive notebook bound in leather and a high-end pen from me.

I sometimes cannot cope up with the changes but I am trying my best to get used to it. I mentally sigh and stare at my ring. I have two rings on my ring finger. The first one is the ring Vicenzo given to me. The sign of the Santorini clan and the second one is our ring now. It is simple but elegant and it is complemented with the design of the first ring. "They change the music" Gordon stated in a toneless voice when the soft music was replaced by something more hype.

I have to take care of my shit. “Show me your ring.” I raise my voice over the continuous chatter of the crowd. Diana beams at me and holds her hand up. The ring was exquisite, a single huge solitaire with the tiny diamonds on the either side of it. It cries royalty. “It’s beautiful.” All I could mutter. She nods in delight and reaching over, tangle her hand with August’s. he turns to look at her and kissed behind her ear not before saying something incoherently, only for her to hear.

he rumbled down at me, that sexy as hell grin still on his face Fuck. Why are my panties getting wet? But Hell! He is one fucking looker. With that dark, soft looking curly hair and that pierced nose….. Why do I have a weakness for guys with piercings, especially tongue piercings. Tell me he doesn’t have a tongue piercing? Slowly I watched him lick his rosy lips, almost passing out when I caught a glimpse of silver. Fuck he does have a tongue piercing. I wonder how that would feel on my clit…..

Angeline said, “1,2,3,4! Just pick the carat according to these numbers.” Jay frowned. “That’s common.” Angeline was dumbfounded. “How is it common?” Jay blurted out, “How about 4,2,2,1?” Angeline smirked and nodded heavily. “Okay.” Zayne’s eyes protruded. “F*ck, how heavy will the ring be?” Josie said, “Stupid. Sis Angeline obviously meant 4.221 carats.” Zayne appeared distressed. “That’s too cheap.”

That was enough for Matteo to notice. I turned the page. "The ring is real. Every Caruso signet has a number engraved inside the band. This one belonged to Nico Bianchi, one of my grandfather's drivers." Matteo's fingers tightened around the bars. I kept my voice steady. "Nico Bianchi did not die at the Bellandi estate. He was found dead in Queens three days before your family was attacked. My grandfather's people recovered the ring from his body and locked it in a private evidence vault that same night."

"You stay, and you never leave." "I'm not going anywhere." He pulled back just enough to look at me, his expression was serious. "If you stay," Nico said, "you need to understand what that means. You aren't just my girlfriend, Elena. You aren't just a partner." He reached into his pocket. "The Ledger is gone," he said. "But we need a new contract." He pulled out a ring. It wasn't a delicate diamond. It was a thick band of black gold, with a raw, uncut black diamond in the center. It looked ancient, like something forged in a volcano.