Whitney Houston Wedding Ring の小説・ストーリー

“Good. At least you know what pain feels like. You hit Yarden just now. It’s only fair that you suffer a little too. Take care of your wound yourself. Don’t make it so I can’t put the ring on your finger at the wedding tomorrow. “A wedding happens only once. If you ruin it for me, I won’t forgive you.” Her words were as cold as the winter wind. They almost made my anger flare. I stared at the crystal shards in my palm. My heart felt ice cold. “Whitney, you and Yarden have no tomorrow.” At that moment, both Whitney’s and Yarden’s phones rang at the same time. They picked up their phones at the same time. Their agents’ voices thundered through the line.

I whispered as Rhys' hold tightened around me and a low warning growl emitted from him. He may have won right now but iam going to win every second from now as I slowly show him hell. “ I now pronounce you as Wife and Husband. You can exchange the rings.” The priest said, Rhys was reluctant to put me down but he needs to put me down in order to exchange the rings. I took a deep breath once his body unglued from mine. He took my hand in his big and warm one and put the finger on my ring finger. It's a medium sized diamond ring.

She smiled and said, "I notice that you keep rubbing your ring, Mr. Pitt. It looks like… a plain silver band. Is there any special story behind it?" Shawn smiled gently and held up his hand, showing her the ring. "It's my wedding ring." "Wait, really? Excuse my rudeness, but I thought someone of your net worth would wear a diamond wedding band. I imagine the diamond would be quite large, too." "I made my and my wife's wedding rings myself," Shawn said. "I molded and polished them, even carving our initials on them." "Wow, there really are letters engraved here. I see S.P. and…"

Perfectly us. “The stone is graded for optimal clarity and cut, not for size,” he explained, his voice low and intense. “The band is a platinum-palladium alloy for durability and a matte finish. It is designed for daily wear without functional impairment. A tool. A symbol. A… a data point of permanent intent.” Tears blurred my vision. “Luther…” “Audrey Richards,” he said, taking the ring from the box. “My essential personnel. My qualitative filter. My partner in every conceivable way. Will you enter into a permanent merger with me? Will you be my wife?”

He immediately growled and grabbed it back. “That is how it is done in our world and you know it. Respect. Now … Leia Fuentes you will do me the honor of being my wife,” he said, taking the ring and putting it on my finger. I gulped, loudly. It was stunning, and probably a $200k ring. Exactly what you’d expect from him. A massive oval shaped single stone, the kind celebrities have. A billion girls would kill for this ring. Kill for the life he could offer me. I closed my eyes as he kissed my hand.

Somehow she was completely overwhelmed as she had not seen this coming at all. He pointed the ring towards her hand and Hazel lifted her ring finger and he slid the ring fitting perfectly. The beautiful diamond ring had a huge square shaped rock with fine engravings on its corners. There were Hazel and Ethan’s initials engraved on it. The band of the ring hand tiny diamonds all around its base and was made of pure rose gold. This was one of the most expensive rings ever made by the company and the girl smiled looking at the ring. “OH…. It’s beautiful!”

Chelsea had shamelessly asked me to marry her, but now I had become the one who forced her to do so. Lily couldn't stop telling me her plans for the wedding. Every guest on the bride's side would receive 10,000 dollars. Chelsea's cousin would host the wedding ceremony and be paid one million dollars. After the wedding ceremony, I had to pay for their relatives' expenses to stay here for a month. Then, she showed me a photo. "I happened to see this ring a few days ago. This can be the wedding ring." I glanced at the photo. They did know how to pick the right one. The ring was the newly launched "Ocean Heart", and it was priceless.

The sight made tears well in her eyes and she silently cursed her hormones for making her so goddamn sappy. “Can’t get married without a bouquet of flowers,” he winked, kissing her temple as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Also, can’t get married without rings.” He captured her gape as she stared up at him anxiously, well aware that they did not have wedding rings. “I have it all taken care of,” he smirked, tugging a small box from his pocket. With trembling fingers, Kate flipped it open, gasping at the white gold ring, a round diamond smattered dip in the center to nestle perfectly against her engagement ring. A dark tungsten ring, a solitary diamond punctured in the center, sat be

He pointed to the velvet tray resting in the glass display case. Diamonds glittered under the showroom lights and the man behind the counter carefully removed the ring he’d pointed to. “It’s a four karat marquise. The setting’s a traditional baguette style reminiscent of the turn of the twentieth century. The band is solid white gold with a total weight of four karats. It’s a stunning piece.” He pinched the delicate ring between his fingers, trying to picture it on Isadora’s hand. “Is there a wedding band to go with it?”

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.