(Anastasia's POV)"BITCHHHHHHH," Ally exclaimed, dragging the sound to make it look sassy as she snapped her fingers up in the air. Her purple dress flowed beautifully around her. Her hair was up in a messy updo that fitted her. She had placed a butterfly-shaped clip on top of the bun. "Do you know what I just found out?" She asked, her eyes wide and alarmed. I raised my eyebrows.I was wearing a gold-colored dress, with a heart neckline. Caleb bought it for me and I loved the frills around the hem. The elegance was bouncing off the dress and I felt like a queen. My hair was let down, curled and it bounced beautifully whenever I walked. "What... What did you find out?" I asked a little bit alarmed.After Byron kissed me earlier, I pushed him with wide eyes, feeling betrayed by his action. Can't believe he just did that, knowing I am his sister-in-law. He said sorry but I immediately rush out of his unit.I was startled. And also I don't want to know his reason for doing that. Even tho

(Anastasia's POV)"I do.""You may kiss the bride now." The priest said and immediately Charles bent down, pulling Samantha towards him as he kissed her. The crowd was filled with cheers and applause. It was a beautiful sight and Sam was beautiful in the white dress. Ally was crying, her eyes red and puffy as she laid her head on my shoulder."What a sight," Ally said and I scoffed, wiping her tears away gently. I wonder when she's planning to get married. Does she even have a plan to?The couple was glowing under the light. The wedding was being held in Charles's backyard. It was huge with a lovely garden. Snow was falling gracefully but the area was covered with a tent, so no one got affected.The place was decorated with white satin and white flowers of all kinds. It was warm and sweet. There was a huge Vanilla cake that Alice couldn't wait to get a piece of. The mood was romantic. Only a few people were present, relatives and close friends. I knew most of them.Sam was now a Wife.

(Anastasia's POV)I padded out of the bathroom, freshly washed, and tied my wet hair up into a messy bun. Caleb was sitting on the bed, half stripped with his phone in his hand. This is a miracle to see, not with his laptop or computer but on his phone.Is he having an affair with his beloved cellphone?I slyly crawled onto the bed and wrapped my arms around his chest. I heard him chuckle. "You really are insatiable," he said softly as I rested my cheek on his shoulder."Maybe, but I don't hear you complaining," I replied as my fingernails traced circles on his chest, basically, around his nipple. Why does he have a pumped chest? His chest is more firm than any guy's. I mean, I'm not a maniac or what. Just being curious."No, that's true," he said, turning his head to look at me. He put me on his top as my breast were pressed to his firm chest. The fact that I'm wearing a silk sleeveless top with no bra, I feel not suffocated as my breast were juggling whenever I move. I'm becoming a

(Anastasia's POV)I watched Caleb's back as he hummed to himself comfortably. It's pretty obvious that he's in a good mood. I wonder why. He was stirring a pot of something and he turned to look at me. "What?" he asked as I smiled at him."You should let me cook," I replied, my phone lighting up on the kitchen counter.I glanced at it before ignoring it. "I like cooking, it clears my head," he replied. If I know, he's bragging about his cooking skills again."I know that, but I'm your wife, so let me do the honor to serve my dearest husband," I replied, as I walk towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist, closing the distance between our bodies. "Right?" I run my hands at his spine, going down to his bulky ass, and squeeze it. He moans in pleasure and chuckles at my gesture. I can't get enough of his sexy bulky butt."Then if you want to serve your dearest husband, why not make it tonight?" he sexily said and kissed me gently on my lips before he sprinkled some parsley into th

(Anastasia's POV)"Damian bought you cheeseburgers and fries since he finished eating the fruits Aunt and Uncle bought, are you okay with that?" he asked as he walked to the table, grabbed the paper bag, and walked back to his bed.I stood up in the bedside chair quickly. "Really? Yes! I'm okay with that." I said as he chuckled."I know, this is not healthy but there is no restaurant opened at this hour, only a 24/7 convenience store and fast food drive-thru." I rolled my eyes and sat back on the chair. As usual, the healthy guy."What's the difference between fast food and making your own burger and fries? It is still bread with patty, cheese, lettuce, tomato, sauce, and potato fried in oil with cheese?" he chuckled."The cook itself." I glare at him. So his cook is healthy while the professional cook is not? "We don't know how did they cook this food. If it is used oil or not, if the utensils or the pan itself is clean or not, we don't know that since we can't clearly see how they p