Chapter Thirteen- To Spite Ava

“ Wait!!”

Kelvin said and the congregation started murmuring.

“Is everything alright, Mr Kelvin?” The priest asked and turned his attention to Kelvin who interrupted him.

“ Do you mind, the groom has a few words for the bride,” Kelvin said in a polite but deep commanding tone before moving close to Damian and whispering something in his ears. Damian flashed a light smile on his face and looked at the priest.

It was unexpected but the priest understood.

“ The groom has special words for his bride” the priest announced.

Astonished murmurs were heard with great expectation. Damian raised Layla’s hand and her lowered head was lifted instantly, meeting his dark blue gaze while he said,

“ Layla Jones, you have no idea how much happiness you have brought me. You came into my life and filled it with so much happiness, you have not only been a blessing to me but even to my Mom and sister.

I may not be the man your heart desires but I promise to be the man you want.

You are God's perfect gift