Princess Beatrice Engaged Ring Novels & Stories

I had no choice but to push deeper into the room, where the thickest part of the crowd had gathered around one of the lunch tables. Bianca was standing on it. Holding court. As usual. “Thank you all for coming,” she said, her voice carrying across the room. “I wanted to make a special announcement.” The crowd erupted when she held up her hand, revealing that her sparkling diamond engagement ring had been replaced. In fact, it wasn’t just the same ring anymore, but one that was even larger and more expensive than the first. “Callum and I are back together!” she announced. “And you’re all going to be invited to the wedding. Invitations will be coming out shortly.”

Her eyes light up at my words. Before she can reply, I untangle our hands and step out of the door. I knew that if I stayed another moment, I would never leave. As soon as my plane landed, I stopped at a nearby Jewelry store and picked up the engagement ring I had special ordered for Maleah. A good friend recommended the shop, and it didn’t disappoint. The ring is a cushion-cut stone encircled by a halo of pink and white diamonds. I had them engrave it with the words, “My heart beats for you.” The shop’s owner assured me that Maleah would love it. I was on top of the world when I walked into, what I assumed, was a secured Confradia office.

I know they're teasing me I went near prince he holded my hand I told mom that I want a small party not big one I want this to be happened just with my friends and family mehak and Sarah bought rings red huge princess cut diamond ring and his ring is surrounded by red diamonds in middle and two rows on either side covered with white diamonds we both exchanged rings finally we are couple officially now nothing can separate us I'm smiling like a fool finally after party I'm so tired we went back to room prince hugged me and started kissing on my bare shoulder while saying "you covered marks very well" I said "I can't show the gifts given by my prince to everyone"

Gasping, I sit up in the bed, tearing my hand from his grip and holding it in front of my face. I focus on the enormous oval diamond ring on my finger. It’s the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen, and it sits on my ring finger. “Beck,” I say cautiously. “What is this?” I can’t stop staring at the beauty of the simple gold band with the stunning, flawless diamond that’s perched atop it. He reaches for my hand, pulling it to his lips once again. “It’s an engagement ring, Violet. One I picked out for you.”

I could already see the scene playing out in my mind: the sterile, high-tension atmosphere of the executive boardroom, the cold glare of his brother, and the venomous pity in Sophia's eyes. "When you walk in, I'll cut their attack short. I'll announce that I'm taking a personal leave for the immediate future. They'll think they've won," he continued. "But then I'll turn to you, and I will not only announce that we are engaged but that you are the only reason I'm doing this that I'm choosing a real life with you over the corporate war they've dragged me into." He picked up the box and finally opened it. I gasped. The ring wasn't just a ring. It was a blinding, impossibly large square-cut diam

I answered. It was relief she didn't recognize me because that would be headlines for the press. I could see them having a field day with this since I was already engaged. Why would I be buying another engagement ring? Who's the other woman? Blah, blah, blah. "Sir, our engagement rings start at ten thousand and go up from there." Is that it? "Can I see them please?" I asked, impatiently.

But now, suddenly, he was cleaning house? “I thought she was untouchable,” I said under my breath. “Apparently not. But wait—it gets better.” She pulled out her phone like it held nuclear codes. “Rena from PR just texted me. He’s engaged. Damon Prince. To Bella Rosio. Heiress. Model. Basically a designer perfume ad who speaks Italian in her sleep.” The words hit harder than I expected. Engaged. Of course he was. A man like Damon Prince doesn’t walk alone—he curates. And whoever she was, she’d be everything I wasn’t. The kind of woman who fit in next to him, who looked like she belonged. A woman born in the same world.

She said "Here eat, I'll just update my account." He looked at the pie and took a bite of it. 'This is shit.' He thought while chewing it. "I've got you a souvenir from London." She looked into her purse and took out a ring. "It's platinum jewellery. Cost me a fortune. I've got these matching. This one is mine and this one is yours. Wear it all the time" "You know I can't," He said. "People would just think it's your marriage ring. What's the big deal-- just wear it!"

SOPHIA POV The ring caught the light every time she moved her hand. It was a two carat, emerald cut with platinum band. Marcus had excellent taste, she’d give him that. She twisted it slightly on her finger, watching the diamond throw tiny rainbows across the ceiling of his bedroom, their bedroom now technically, and felt something close to satisfaction settle in her chest. They were engaged. She turned the word over in her mind the way you’d turn over something valuable to check for cracks.

He was my joy giver and now my joy was complete. The living room was flooded with family and friends, who came around to send greetings and gifts to the new baby. Becky came along with Davis, smiling at each other all the time. I suspected something going on between the two of them, but confirmed my thoughts when I spotted the diamond engagement ring in her finger. “You're engaged?” My popped, as I stared at the beautiful ring in her middle finger. “Of course, I am,” she returned the smile, flaunting her ringed finger in the air.