Emily Mariko Wedding Ring Novelas e Histórias

Not here, not anywhere. My throat tightened, but I shoved the feeling down. No. I wouldn’t cry over this. Over him. I shoved the suitcase back into the closet and grabbed a shoebox off the shelf instead. Inside was a ring. My wedding ring. I stared at the diamond, the memories flooding back like acid in my veins. Marco had bought it for me. He’d put it on my finger, whispered sweet lies, and promised forever. Now all it represented was a nightmare I’d barely escaped.

"Liam, please. Please don't do this." "Don't do what?" His voice rose. "Don't expose the truth? Don't let the world see what their precious Empress really is? Don't" He stopped, staring at her. "You're wearing a wedding ring." The room went cold. Elara's hand flew to the simple band on her finger the Vanderbilt family's traditional gift to new brides, placed there hours ago by Marcus himself. She hadn't taken it off. Hadn't thought to hide it. Liam crossed to her in three strides, grabbing her hand, staring at the ring like it was a wound.

“Erm, what the fucking fuck?” We all laugh. How could we not? “We’re getting married, now.” I point to the priest, although he looks at us like we’re crazy. The registrar also thinking we are. I don’t care. Actually, we don’t care. We gave her the collar, the two rings that connect into one, and the clit bar. We have another ring, once that is five different colours of gold entwined together. One to symbolise each one of us. “So, we’re getting married?” Emmi questions.

As Emily entered her room, she searched her wardrobe and luckily found a silver-colored diamond ring, similar to the type Larry had used to propose to Miranda. Miranda took it and wore it. It was a little oversized as Emily had grown chubbier than her. Miranda removed the ring and pressed it a little to adjust the size, as the ring that Larry gave her fit her hand properly. "I can manage this. Thank you. Do not worry, I will purchase a new ring for you. I hope this isn't a spiritual ring or a gift from your boyfriend?" Miranda inquired, knowing that she had seen some spiritual rings with spirit connectivity. She didn't want to attract or mistakenly engage herself to Emily's spiritual husband

Sitting by my bed, he gently pulled the blanket over me before staring at me with a complex look in his eyes. I sat up and met his gaze with a silent look, questioning what he was doing. "Swan, where did you put your wedding ring? Eiro really likes it, so she wants to borrow and wear it during the marking ceremony," he said, awkwardly scratching his head. I let out a soft, bitter laugh. To commemorate our love, I designed and crafted the ring from rare emeralds and diamonds using the finest techniques. It was a heart-shaped ring symbolizing true love.

“But you don’t have your ring on?” “Oh, Ohm.” Emily said, regarding her hand. It was an odd thing to notice, but she was not used to the ring; it was too flashy for her simple taste. “I noticed you had on a stunning rock last night.” Mark tried to make the situation light. He shook his head to clear it; in fact, it was a good thing that she was married. Mark didn’t have space for any women in his life. He had none since he had woken up in a strange place.

Mariko honestly said, which made Ethan shrug. “Well, that’s your decision to make. I know Marcus will understand that.” Ethan said, then he turned his gaze at Marcus, “right, Marcus?” Marcus nodded. “I am willing to wait for you. Even if it takes years.” *** The party had ended, and the invited guests had gradually gone home. Marcus sent Mariko back to her penthouse. “Thank you for the ride,” Mariko said, and she gave back Marcus’ coat. Marcus fished out a little box from his pocket and opened them. It was a ring with a small diamond design in the middle. “Will you take this ring as a symbol that you’re mine and you will marry me soon?” he asked.

Emilia was happy and carefree, and Marco could tell that she was enjoying herself. Finally, the moment arrived. Marco got down on one knee and pulled out a small box. Emilia's eyes widened in surprise as she saw the ring, and Marco's heart skipped a beat as he asked the question. "Emilia, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were special. Will you marry me?" Tears of joy streamed down Emilia's face as she nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, a million times yes!" she exclaimed. As Marco placed the ring on Emilia's finger, the string quartet started playing a beautiful rendition of Emilia's favorite classical song. The photographer snapped pictures in the background, capturing the moment forever.

The label, in elegant script, read: For Silver-Burn & Ember-Weal. A hysterical laugh bubbled in my throat. I swallowed it. I reached into my small bag. My fingers found the heavy, familiar weight of Marcus’s betrothal ring. I pulled it out, the gem dull in the afternoon light. Without a second look, I drew back my arm and threw it. It sailed in a high, glittering arc before vanishing with a faint plink into the murky waters of the storm drain.

“Would you do the honor of being my wife in the nearest future?” There was a silence, a brief one, as everyone waited for her answer. Amara stood frozen, looking at Elijah with an unreadable expression while her eyes remained fixated on the ring. A beautiful silver band, with a big, white diamond at the center, and two smaller diamonds on either side. It was pretty. The perfect ring for this perfect engagement and Amara couldn’t help but crack a smile.