Novel & Cerita Taryn Asher No Wedding Ring

He went to open the box and as his fingers trembled, I sank my teeth into my lip to keep from crying out a resounding, “Yes!” I was lost the second I laid eyes on the ring inside. The delicate band was made of tiny golden threads that wrapped around one another, all circling a gemstone the same warm amber as Asher’s eyes. It twinkled in the sunlight as though it were winking at me. “This ring belonged to my mother and her mother before. Some…someday it’ll be passed down to our daughter. I’ve already asked your father for his permission, so it’s up to you now.” Asher said gently, his eyes so warm and unbearably soft as they scoured my face. “Lola, I promise to stand by your side through every

“Where's Jayden?” “I have no idea,” Miles said, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead. “But Tyler might know. I can call him and ask.” “Please,” I insisted. Miles pursed his lips, his eyes still showing the puzzlement he was experiencing, as he pressed his cell phone to his ear. “Ashley,” he said as he waited for Tyler to pick up. “About the wedding...” “Forget about the wedding,” I cut in and got up. Ignoring the astonished look he shot me, I shoved the engagement ring into my purse and started walking toward the nearest restroom. “I'll be right back,” I said over my shoulder.

So why was she here now? As she neared, I couldn't help but notice a glint of gold on her ring finger. My heart skipped a beat. It was a new ring, a dazzling diamond piece that sparkled under the cafe lights. A wave of memories washed over me, vivid and unsettling. Six months ago, Ashton had met, fallen for, and married a billionaire named Andreas Thorne in a whirlwind romance that had left me and the rest of our extended family baffled. To me, it was just another one of her impulsive decisions, an experience that left me, the cautious romantic twin who wanted nothing more than to find love, knocked over and strangely envious.

] Wendy: [Surely better than watching me study. Reading the messages, the man's lips curved into that sexy smirk, warmth returning to his blue eyes. Asher: [Everything's boring without you.] Asher: [Can't help it—my heart left with you.] "Wendy, doesn't this seem weird?" Gina suddenly turned to her. "Asher's wearing a scrunchie on his wrist—basically shouting 'I'm taken.' So where's this girlfriend?" "Huh?" Wendy hid her phone behind her back. "What?"

"Troy, I swear—this is the last time. Marc gave up an international music award that was practically within his reach just to help me search for a matching heart donor. I owe him for that. You get it, right?" A sharp pain pierced my heart. I didn't want to argue with her anymore. I softly said, "Come with me to see Mom tomorrow." She still owed Mom a thank you. Ashley looked confused, but she eventually nodded in agreement. Since I hadn't replied for a long time, the wedding planner called me directly. I lowered my voice, steadying it as best I could. "I'm sorry, but the wedding is canceled. There's no need to prepare anything going forward."

Roy said. He dialed Asher's driver's number and asked him to bring the car to the front of the company. Asher ran his hand through his hair and turned to Roy. “Find her, her number, her address, her family, and everything about her, and place it on my desk by the morning tomorrow.” “What?” Roy thought they were done with this conversation, only to be surprised to hear the words from Asher. “The wedding is a week away, and I can't be mocked, it will be held but not with Jane.” His forehead creased.

Ford starts "Don't even But me. You've been engaged for two months now. It's time to make it official. I can practically see Ashley in a small bridesmaid gown, throwing beautiful hydrangeas as you walk in behind her, and maybe her precious Aunt Tanya as the ring bearer." Tara bursts in. "Of course not. But then, I'd be standing right behind Sue as she takes her vows. And I even have the perfect design for the wedding gown already." "Uhm no." Tara frowns slightly. "No what?" "No to a Ash Glam made wedding down. It'll be absolutely beautiful, I know but I want a brand. Chanel." "And I'll get it custom made. It'll be made specially for her." Tara tuts. "Come on, but then, I'd love the same for

More than anything. I would've given my life for her. My phone buzzed. [Are you really coming to Francia?] I looked down at my crooked fingers before replying. Bitterness settled in my chest. I typed: [I've made up my mind. Once I finish things here, I'm leaving for Francia.] On my way to file the divorce papers, I passed a giant digital billboard. A wedding ad. Asher stood in a tailored suit. Mara stood beside him in a white gown, smiling up at him.

He shot my requests down as childish. Now, despite having grown older, he was willing to play along with Leila. While I was lost in thought, a notification from the work app appeared. My resignation had been approved. For a moment, I froze. Then, I noticed the painfully familiar pair of rings on Harold and Leila's fingers. I shot to my feet and searched for the ring box I had been thinking of. It was empty. In that instant, I was certain. The rings in those photos were the custom pair I had commissioned years ago for my own wedding.

That I know how to do. “I know there’s something there, people with their kind of money don’t get engaged this fast and start organizing a wedding this fast,” she says and I nod, “besides, she hasn’t even been spotted with a ring, so rumor says she’s getting the ring today in front of the press, and I need you to use your beautiful brain to figure out what is happening there,” Tara says and I smile.