Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

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!

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.

Another fake businessman with blood smeared all over his ugly face. His smirk was enough to make me want to carve his smile off. “He has the card in his inside pocket. Right side. He's a dick, don't make it obvious baby and don't hit him. We need the card." “I won't hit him, baby.” I spun lightly, L’angelo pulling me back in with an easy strength. “Any security?” “Just one,” he said, his breath warm against my ear. “Big. Dumb. Watching me.” “Then it’s a good thing I’m prettier,” I said, smiling wide for the crowd.

Except for Alessandro and me in the middle of the street, it's completely deserted. The tall buildings that surround us have slideshows of Daisy, Alessandro, and I. The buildings also have changing lights that turn everything red, blue, purple, orange, green, and yellow. "Della." From behind me, Alessandro calls out. I turn around, my gaze leaving the lovely sight in front of me, and my gaze falls on Alessandro, who is currently on one knee, holding a small red velvet box out. Inside is a black ring with a diamond in the center, a smaller diamond on either side of the big diamond, and a slew of miniature diamonds running the length of the ring.

The safe clicked open with a quiet hiss. Inside sat a small wooden box, velvet-lined. No stacks of cash, no hard drives or compromising ledgers. Just one single item and inside that box was a ring. A delicate, silver-gold ring, bearing the Sanchiano crest on the underside, and within the setting, a red stone that caught the light like flame. Talana touched it carefully. It was warm. She slid it on her index finger, a perfect fit. Massimo watched her. "You know what this means, don't you?"

Charisse said. Adriano nodded again. "The diamond costs 5 million dollars," she said, watching his face for any reaction. But there was none, just as she had expected. She had better Adriano Mancini as soon as he walked in, and she knew he was a multi-billionaire. One of the richest in the city. "The ring itself costs $200,000," she continued. "Shall we proceed?" Adriano remained silent. He just dipped a hand into his wallet and retrieved a black and gold card. "Charge all expenses there. Everything."

I hung up. It was clear. Calling Marco was useless. Seeing this, Isabella clicked over in her heels, looming over us. "Alright, you bitch. Stop the act. Apologize to my son. Now." But I wasn't listening to her anymore. My eyes locked on her hand. On the antique ruby ring sparkling under the lights. The symbol of the Falcone matriarch. The one passed down from my grandmother. My ring. Then I looked at the boy next to her, Nico.

“I don’t know why you’re doubting that, but look at this.” On the back of the necklace was a tiny engraving that read “Angela.” Leo pointed at the words while slowly explaining to me. “She’s my personal designer. Her brand is called ‘Angelux,’ and she always discreetly engraves ‘Angela’ onto her designs.” Of course I knew about the exclusive designer brand belonging to the Dominic family. But why was he telling me all this? Leo looked at me sincerely, gently touching the hand I had clenched tightly as he spoke softly.