RAYMOND POV
“Do you, Raymond, take Ava to be your wedded wife?” the pastor asked.
“Yes, I do,” I said without hesitation.
“And do you, Ava, take Raymond as your wedded husband?”
“Yes, I do,” she replied softly.
Ava looked stunning, she looked incredible—her wedding gown hugged her perfectly, her hair elegantly done
but I reminded myself this was fake—a six-month deal, nothing more.
The ceremony passed in a blur, the church packed with unfamiliar faces—businessmen, investors, politicians, socialites, The whole thing felt excessive, thanks to Grandma’s for making everything go this far, despite the fact I pleaded for a low key wedding
At the reception, my father stood to give a speech. “As a gift to my son on his wedding day, I present him as the new owner and CEO of Diamond Stars Company!” The applause was deafening, but my eyes went straight to Desmond, my stepbrother, storming out of the hall. His mother clapping with a fake smile on her face, biting her tongues at the same times
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