All Chapters of Taming the Devil: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Anastasia POV:I stood behind a door. My arm was wrapped around my Dad's. He looked at me with tear filled eyes and smiled, "All I can think of is the time when you were so tiny. You would barely fit into my hands." He kissed my forehead, "Now look at you, getting married." He found it unbelievable. So did I. I blinked away all the tears that were forming in my eyes, "I love you, Dad. I really do." I stared into his eyes, ''And thank you for everything you have done for me. Trust me, there is no Dad like you in the entire world." I sincerely told him. "And thank you for believing in me." No matter what, I have always found him standing by my side. Yes, in the start he would stop me from taking risks and to be honest at those moments, I used to hate him. However, now I understand him. Maybe it is because I am going to be a mother myself... but I know that he did that to protect me, to stop me from getting hurt. He wanted to keep me away from the cold winds of the world. I put my head

Anastasia POV: In the morning, when I woke up, I was feeling better but then I remembered how I slept being embraced by him and it made me blush. So, I turned to look at him but he wasn't there. I pouted and went to the bathroom to freshen up. However, after I came out, I found him sitting on the couch in the bedroom. "How are you feeling now?" He asked me instantly. I smiled, "Better." He nodded and got up, "Come on. Let's have breakfast." He held my hand and took me out to the dining table. Martha had already prepared a feast for us. "Good morning, Mrs. Weaver." She greeted me politely. "Good morning. How are you doing, Martha?" I asked her and settled on his right hand side while she served me food. "I am great." She told me. While Ryan quietly poured himself coffee. I was also craving it but it is unfortunate that I can't have it and I felt really guilty to ask Martha to make it for me. That's why, I settled on a warm glass of milk and took a bite of a bagel with it. "

Ryan POV: I clearly asked her to call or text me when she will be done with work but Anastasia Logan never did that. On top of that, I called her more than 10 times but she never answered. I started to get antsy, worried and even mad at her. How can she not take me seriously? I paced around the living room and tried to reach her again. However, this time too, the call was going through but she never picked it up. "Fu*k." I groaned and threw the phone on the table before falling on the couch and rubbing my face harshly. 'I will let you know what it means to ignore me.' I thought with the gritted teeth and decided to call Samuel. Unlike his boss, the man received my call immediately. "Hello, Mr. Weaver. How can I help you?" He asked me politely. "Where is Ana?" I didn't even do the courtesy of greeting him. "Miss. Logan? I dropped her off at the restaurant in the west. She went to see Miss. Beth." He reported. All the tense muscles in my body relaxed and all the bad thoughts w

Anastasia POV: "At what time do you have to go to the hospital?" Ryan asked me while wearing his wrist watch and I brushed my hair. I was feeling lazy today, so I simply let them open. "At 5. I asked Dr. Crystal for a favor because I don't have any free time before that." I explained it to him. He nodded slightly and adjusted the strand of hair which fell from the volume of his hair and bothered his eyes. "Okay, I will pick you up at 4." He instantly said to me, I seriously don't have to say anything twice to him. "I will wait." I smiled and grabbed my bag from the table. We were getting late from work. So, I walked ahead thinking that he would follow me but I stopped in my tracks and turned on my heels to look at him. "What?" I asked. He had his arms folded across his chest and his gaze was heated. "Aren't you forgetting something?" One of his brows lifted up. I tried to think of what I am forgetting but nothing came to my mind. I shook my head because I was confused. He sud

Anastasia POV: I woke up satisfied. Last night was hot and erotic. His long and thick fingers made me see stars. I touched the space beside me but it was cold. He must have already gotten up. I forced my eyes to open and looked around, only to find him sitting at the single seater in our room, his gaze plastered on me and the corner of his lips slightly raised up. The man was amused. I really need a drink. My lips pursed into a thin line and I sat up. "Good morning." I said to him in a half sleepy voice. "How are you doing?" He got up, flaunting his perfectly sculpted body and the ripped muscles. "Never been better." I blurted. Ryan instantly turned around to look at me. I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood in my mouth and then, his melodious chuckle resonated in the air. I hid my face in my palms, my face was burning and there was no way I could tolerate his intense stares on myself. "You have disappointed me greatly." I heard the ruffling of the things along with his