Nico Di Angelo Ring นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Noah smiled and gave me a soft reassuring pat on my back. Sienna blushed as Angelo forwarded his strides. His jaw was set tight. He swiped his gaze on me, I found loneliness in his dark brown eyes at that moment. He blinked and it was gone. It was replaced with anger as his gaze landed on his father as he held out the ring for his son. Angelo took the ring from the velvet case. Sienna excitedly lifted her hand to him to hold. Without taking hold of her hand, Angelo shoved the ring on her finger. There was no excitement in his eyes but only rage. He didn't spare Sienna another glance.

We are just watching the sun setting down, with all the lights in the down place switching up, and the park opening its beautiful lights. "What's that?" as soon as I said it, I saw Angelo opening a red box, and there, there was a beautiful bracelet. It is a simple gold bracelet with the design only in the center, it was an infinity symbol. "Come, I’ll put it on you," Angelo said to me, he looked serious and his hair matched the mood right now, it waves with the cold breezing wind. And for that moment, I saw Simoun at the back of Angelo. Staring directly at me, then to Angelo who is holding my right hand.

"Happy anniversary, Dante." He took the box and opened it. Inside was a custom signet ring bearing an eagle, which was the Costello family crest, and the letter "D". D for Dante. He stared at the ring, his expression complicated. Then, he said, "Thank you. I really like it." I looked at him, smiling warmly. "I had it specially made. It's one of a kind, just like you." "Dante" was distracted throughout the meal. I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering how he was going to explain this ring to "Luciano". Should he pass it off as a symbol of something they shared or… claim it as a medal that belonged to him alone?

he exclaims and runs toward Nero. I get up and watch the two of them, my heart exploding with happiness. Nero winks at me before picking Nereo up and turning him upside down over his shoulder before walking away. Nereo is squealing with happiness and telling Nero to put him down, but we can both tell he doesn’t mean it at all.

I take his hand and lift it to my lips. “I’m sorry,” he says. He looks at my fingers and I know the exact moment he realizes I’m not wearing the ring. I release his hand. “When Dr. Santos picked me up he said I would most likely be in the same room with Angelo. I didn’t want to make things worse than they already were so I left the ring back at the clubhouse.”

Aureliano demands, his hand going to his hip, though he isn't wearing a gun. "I am... I am D'Angelo," the man stammers. "From the firm of Rossi & Sons." "The lawyer," Spadino says, stepping forward. "You're late for the party." "I apologize," D'Angelo says, clutching his briefcase. "I was instructed to deliver this only when the succession was... formalized." He looks at me. He looks at the ring on my finger. "What is it?" I ask. D'Angelo opens the briefcase. His hands are shaking. He pulls out a thick envelope sealed with red wax.

"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.

Rafal said as he took out a small black box from the pocket of his long black coat and handed it to him. Angelo nodded and took a deep breath while he carefully opened the box to examine a diamond ring shining with a charming and charming sight that he requested and bought that day.. "I need you to call Reverend Harrison, and have him arrange all that we agreed upon that day at seven o'clock; Angelo saw how Chiara's eyes widened with the sight of the ring's brilliance when the light was reflected on him; Rafal remained silent for a few seconds; He is trying to comprehend the new addition to the plan to take the leadership position of the Giorgio group!

He opened the box. A brilliant yellow diamond ring rested on white silk. "It's a Harry Winston. 5.2 carat yellow diamond," Matteo said proudly. "Worth a million dollars." I gasped. The ring was stunning. "Matteo, this is too much—" "You deserve the best." He slid the ring onto my finger. "I love you, Viviana." Just when I thought he was truly here for me, Matteo pulled a keycard from his pocket. A black card with the gold Falcone family crest.

Nico lay flushed and sweating on the bed, his breathing uneven. Roberto sat beside him, unshaven and exhausted, his dress shirt wrinkled beyond repair. When he saw me walk in, something flashed in his eyes. However, the light went out just as fast. He explained hoarsely, "Nico is genuinely sick. It was selfish to call you here, but I didn't know how else to see you." Then, without warning, he dropped to one knee. He pulled the emerald ring from his pocket, the one that had once marked me as the Donna of the Bertelli family, and it trembled slightly in his palm.