The Ring: The Last Knight Templar's Inheritance - Softcover

Molist, Jorge

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0743297512 ISBN 13: 9780743297516

Publisher: Atria Books, 2008

Synopsis

The Ring follows a young New York lawyer who receives two rings -- one
from her fiancé and one that will lead her on an
unforgettable adventure.


On her twenty-seventh birthday, New York lawyer Cristina Wilson receives a diamond engagement ring from her fiancé, Mike, a wealthy stockbroker. Later that day, a messenger from Barcelona delivers a beautiful antique jewel, a ruby set in bone, from a mysterious sender. Cristina wears them both, unaware that they are incompatible. The ruby soon works its mysterious effects, giving her strange and unsettling dreams.

Cristina is swept away to Spain to attend the reading of her godfather's will, where she reunites with her first love, Oriol, and soon the powerful attraction that once overwhelmed them in their adolescent years is rekindled. Together Cristina and Oriol embark on an odyssey in search of a Templar treasure that has remained hidden for centuries in a place that only they can uncover. From New York lawyer to intrepid adventurer, Cristina experiences a profound journey of love, life, and death as she learns an unforgettable lesson that could redirect the course of her destiny.

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About the Author

Jorge Molist is a native of Barcelona and currently runs the Spanish branch of a well-known American company. He lives in Spain. The Ring has been translated into twenty languages and sold in twenty-five countries. Visit his website at www.jorgemolist.com.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Chapter 1

It's not often that a woman receives two engagement rings in one day. That's what made my twenty-seventh birthday so special.

The first ring was a stunning diamond solitaire from Mike, the man I'd been going out with for over a year. A real coup.

Mike's the perfect guy, the kind every girl dreams of. Or at least should be dreaming of, and if she's not, her mom definitely is. Any mother would be thrilled to marry her daughter off to someone like Mike. He's not just a stockbroker, but also the son of the company's owner, with a future beyond promising. You could say that he was born with a silver bond in his mouth.

The other ring was a surprise. It also demanded a commitment from me, but it had nothing to do with wedding vows. Or did it? That second ring would engage me not to a man, but to an adventure, an unusual adventure.

Of course, when it arrived I didn't know that. I didn't even have a clue as to who could have sent it to me. And if someone had told me who it was, I wouldn't have believed it. The second engagement ring was a gift from a dead man.

* * *

Neither did I know at the time that the two rings, or I should say, the two commitments, were incompatible. But I kept them both and started getting used to the idea of a wedding and changing my last name to Harding, although I was very intrigued by the other strange ring. I'm a very curious person, so mysteries really get to me. But I suppose I should just tell you how it all happened...

The party was in full swing when there was a knock on the door. My friend Jennifer, in her long dress with its plunging neckline, and Susan, in tight, low-slung pants, had started to dance, flirting with the men. The guys, some of whom already had a few drinks under their belts, followed them with their eyes. Those girls really loved to tease! Then a couple of clowns joined them, drinks in hand, and that got the dancing started all around.

I didn't mind that those two booty-shaking women were making the guys drool. I was an engaged woman and Mike, my gorgeous fiancé, held me by the waist. We kissed. We laughed. We sipped our drinks. I was flashing on my hand an awesome engagement ring with a hefty multicarat diamond. Mike had given it to me a few hours earlier, in the elegant French restaurant, near my apartment on the east side of Manhattan, where he had taken me out to lunch for my birthday.

"Let me choose the dessert today," he'd said.

The waiter brought me a magnificent chocolate soufflé. I'm crazy about chocolate, so I dove in, but after the third or fourth mouthful, my spoon hit something hard.

"Life is like a chocolate soufflé," Mike said in his best Tom Hanks-as-Forrest Gump imitation. "You never know what you'll find inside." I think he was trying to warn me. The way I was wolfing down the soufflé I might have swallowed whatever was in there.

As I pushed aside the soufflé, I got a glimpse of a sparkle inside the luscious dark chocolate. I'd been expecting that one of these days my stock-market genius would present me with a small fortune in the form of a diamond ring, wrapped in promises of eternal love.

"Happy birthday, Cristina," he said very seriously.

"But this is a...!" I screamed, sucking the chocolate off the ring.

"Will you marry me?" He was down on bended knee.

How romantic! I thought to myself.

The waiters and patrons at nearby tables, whose attention had been drawn by my shriek, were watching us with curiosity. I became thoughtful and, enjoying the show, looked around -- the Persian rug, the lavish crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the drapes. I acted as if I was mulling it over. Mike watched me anxiously.

"Of course I will!" I said when the suspense had reached its climax.

I jumped up from my chair and kissed him. He smiled, and the elegant audience gave us an enthusiastic round of applause.

But let's get back to the party...

Amid the sound of clinking glasses, the music, and the simultaneous conversations, I didn't hear the buzzer, but John and Linda did and opened the door. Instead of calling me, they decided the visitor was so interesting that everyone should get a look at him. So they asked him to come in. I found myself facing a very tall man decked out in black motorcycle gear, who hadn't even deigned to take off his helmet when he entered the apartment.

"Miss Cristina Wilson?" he asked.

I felt a chill run down my spine. There was something sinister about the man. It suddenly felt as if he'd brought in all the darkness of the night outside. Someone had lowered the music and everyone was listening attentively.

"That's me," I replied. Then, a moment later, I smiled.

Of course! That guy was going to sing "Happy Birthday" and do a striptease! A little surprise gift from one of my girlfriends, probably Linda or Jennifer. It would be fun. He paused and unzipped his jacket. Just as I thought he was about to take it off to reveal his buff triceps, he pulled out a small package from an inside pocket. The guests gathered around us, exhilarated.

"This is for you," he said, handing it to me.

I took the package, but kept looking at him expectantly, waiting for the show to begin. But instead of bumping and grinding, he unzipped another pocket and took out a pen and a piece of paper.

"Can I see some ID?" he asked curtly.

That seemed a bit much, but I had to go along with the joke. So I searched for my driver's license and showed it to him. He calmly jotted down the information. He was a consummate actor; we were all glued to his words and slightest movements. Was he about to start singing?

"Sign here."

"Okay, are you going to get on with it or what?" I said once he had my signature; all this intro was too much.

He gave me a strange look, tore off a copy of the document, handed it to me, and with a "See you later," he left.

I wasn't expecting that, and I shot Mike a puzzled look. He shrugged his shoulders. I looked at the paper the messenger had given me; the copy was almost illegible and I could make out only my name. There was no sender.

"Wait!" I shouted and ran out after him.

I couldn't find him in the hallway; he had taken the elevator.

I went back inside, where Mike still had a puzzled look on his face. So he wasn't a birthday surprise; he was a real messenger. I was intrigued. Who could have sent me that package?

"Are you going to open the present or not?" asked Ruth.

"We want to see what it is!" said a man's voice.

I realized that I still had the package in my hands. I had forgotten about it because I'd been focused on the man dressed in black.

I sat down on the sofa and rested it on the glass coffee table. I tried unsuccessfully to remove the cord tying the wrapping. Everyone crowded around me, asking what it could be and who had sent it. Someone brought me the cake knife, and when I got it open I found a small box of dark wood with a metal clasp. I could tell that it was very old.

And inside, nestled in a green velvet cushion, was a gold ring inset with a deep red stone. It looked antique.

"A ring!" I exclaimed.

I tried it on and it fit loosely on my middle finger. I left it there, next to the diamond that sparkled on my ring finger.

Everyone wanted to see it, and there was a round of oohs and aahs.

"It's a ruby," said Ruth.

She is an expert in antique jewelry at Sotheby's and knows a lot about gemology.

"It's strange looking," said Mike.

"That's because centuries ago they didn't cut stones the way they do now," replied Ruth. "The cutting was rudimentary and the gems were polished into round shapes, like this ruby."

"How mysterious!" exclaimed Jennifer, before losing interest in the whole affair.

The music was turned back up and she started dancing. The party revived to the beat of her shaking booty.

While Mike mixed some drinks, I took a closer look at the box and the ring. And the delivery slip. There it was, on the coffee table. I had trouble reading it because the carbon had barely left an impression on the paper, but I finally made out: Barcelona, Spain.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Barcelona!"

That city certainly brought back a lot of memories.

Copyright © 2004 by Jorge Molist
Translation copyright © 2008 by Simon & Schuster, Inc.

About this edition

• Publisher: Atria Books
• Publication date: 2008
• ISBN 10: 0743297512
• ISBN 13: 9780743297516
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 400