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His breath came ragged, thick with exhaustion. With a deliberate motion, he slipped a sterling black ring from his little finger. The moment it left his hand, the ring burst into ash, scattering like smoke in the air. I stood there, head bowed, staring at the ashes of the man who stole my happiness—a man I thought dead for thirty years but who’d survived. Was he really gone? Would he return? “This time, he’s gone for good,” my wolf growled fiercely. “Pull yourself together, human.” “Right,” I said. “But we need to check on Catriona.”

"Don't cry. Who am I saying to? I'm crying myself. I hate this." I squeezed eyes hard to control the emotions but nothing could be contained. How do I handle the breaking of my heart in thousand little of pieces of nothing? How do I contain everything with me? I'm breaking up with you. I won't come back. I won't torment you anymore. "Kabir, please, please." "The ring," he whispered. "I love the ring. It's so beautiful. It would've looked so beautiful in your hand. When I saw it, I knew it was made for my bookworm," he breathed, his voice fading into tiny mumbling I was aware of.

The ring in his hand pulsed once before it cracked—splitting down the middle. Camela gasped at the sight. The ghost hissed with rage, "You dare?" The broken ring lifted from his palm and spun in the air, shards of black light wrapping around Camela. Her scar burned intensely; her body arched painfully struggling to breathe. Vincent roared, thrashing against his chains. "Let her go!" The ghost's voice echoed through the ruins. "The ring returns, bride! Whether you like it or not!" The shards slammed together, reforming into the ring again and it sped toward her hand.

But then I was grabbed from behind and I was thrown threw the air until I collided with a tree and I fell to the ground in a lot of pain, hearing several bones break. I put my hands on the ground in front of me to try and get back up on my feet, and that's when I saw it. The ring on my finger. The ring with the opal in the middle of it, was showing off a slight green aura around it. Something that it's never done before, and it was gone almost immediately. I sat on the ground staring at the ring, ignoring the fight around me and not paying attention to the warriors that were approaching me. I was drawn into the ring for some reason. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

Father looked at me like I was crazy when I swiped my card, the bank even called me after they blocked the card saying that I haven't used it in a while, and they thought it had been stolen. They gave me a manual with instructions, and it also has a GPS tracking chip located in the diamond, oh right I forgot the best part. “If you look closely, Annabella you'd see your name is engraved into the stone.” I point at it, and she smiles, Mariah slams her plate and storms off to where I don't know, and I don't care. As we finish up having breakfast the thought of what Mariah might do to Annabella came to mine. Did I have to do that, did I have to buy such an expensive ring? Yes.

Consider yourself free. I stared at the words until they blurred. Free from what? From her quiet presence? From the burden of her hope? From the inconvenient flicker of something I hadn't allowed myself to name? Free to sit in this silent mausoleum, haunted by the ghost of a woman I'd systematically destroyed? Free to listen to the echo of Claire's poisonous truths? You never loved her. The ring felt like a lead weight in my hand. I opened my fist, staring at the simple platinum band resting on my palm. A symbol of vows broken. Of trust shattered. Of something fragile and hopeful I'd crushed beneath my heel.

"Rosella! What did you do to Giorgia again?" He coldly marched over and swung his arm out to shove me away. I crashed heavily onto the floor and knocked my head sharply against a corner of a desk. Meanwhile, the ring hit the floor, and the brilliant green emerald split cleanly in half. "No…" Tears of fury streamed down my face as I clutched the broken pieces of the ring. I wanted to scream at him, but blood from my forehead was pouring faster now. My voice had lost all its strength. "Matteo, she broke my mamma's ring!"

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

“I have class, Walton. I bet that’s the reason why Elizabeth here has dump your criminal ass.” "Dump my ass? All I see is my ring on her finger still. Where you got your rotten info from Sterling? Politician family but this dumb? I'm embarrass for you." Both El and Matt was quick to shift her gaze on her ring finger and as mentioned, her finger still wore Clarke's engagement ring custom and specially made for her. "I...I..didn't.." She wanted to say that she didn't know that the ring was still there seeing she was roo distracted with breaking up with her than remembering to removed her ring. But Matt, oh he was furious.