Claire’s POV
“What?!” Claire said in horror.
“What do you mean I have to marry you? Why do I have to marry you? You just want the child!” Claire said while glaring at Vladimir. “Give me that contract!”
Vladimir looked straight into her eyes and spoke. “You already signed it, right? Why bother looking at it again?”
“So, you marry me, whether you like it or not." Vladimir continued.
“It wasn’t on the contract I’ve read before.”
“I told you I revised the contract, but you just grabbed the paper and signed it, so is it my fault that you signed that contract without reading it? Hmmm?”
“I will not marry you! I will never
Claire’s POVClaire was holding her luggage in her right hand while walking towards the exit of Mactan-Cebu International Airport. Meanwhile, Vladimir is walking in front of her.She looked at him, and saw how he walked so confidently.Claire wanted to ask Vladimir if he is certain on wanting to meet her parents, but she can’t because of how unbothered he is.She sighed and looked down while she was walking.I hope mama and papa will understand.Claire then bumped her head on something, that she decided to look in front of her.It was Vladimir.He is now looking at her.“What do you think you’re doing not looking in front of you? What if you hit your head on the wall instead of me? Why are you following me instead of being beside me?
Claire’s POVClaire was looking outside of the car.She smiled when she noticed the familiar places.My hometown. I will get to see my family again after a long time. I miss them so much.Vladimir and Claire hasn't been talking since their last serious talk an hour ago. They weren't even looking at each other. Claire even pretended that she fell asleep just to ignore Vladimir.She just opened her eyes a minute ago.I’m hungry. I want to go home and eat my mama’s food, my favorite, menudo!While thinking about it, her stomach suddenly grumbled loudly.She was stunned but she recovered from it, and acted as if nothing had happened.Claire noticed that Vladimir suddenly passed her something.She looked at it, and
Claire’s POV“Are you hungry?” Claire asked Vladimir“Naaah. Not really. Why?”“Can we just eat at my family's house instead?” Claire asked, and then looked at her phone.“Because my mom is asking me when I am coming home, so,” Claire sheepishly asked looked at Vladimir again.“Yes, I’m okay with it,” Vladimir answered.“Jose,” Vladimir called his driver.The driver looked at the rearview mirror.“Okay, Sir. Thank you.”After an hour of drive, they have reached their destination.She the saw familiar houses. Claire smiled while looking at it.I’m home. At last.“We are here, Sir,” Jose declared.She opened the door and got out of the car.“I’m finally home,” Claire whispered.She just kept looking around when she saw Vladimir beside her.She looked at him, at first she got confused why he's with her, and then, realization hit her.She’s not just there to come home, reunite, and bond with her family.She’s there to tell them that the man beside him, Vladimir Villazanta III, is the man
Claire’s POVClaire was still in shocked while looking at Vladimir, and then he spoke. “Ma’am,” Vladimir looked at her mom. “ Sir,” Then he looked at her dad. “Just call us Mom and Dad, Vlad,” Her mom said. She looked at her mom with shock in her eyes. She heard her sister chuckle. “Go for it, Vlad! And at long last, for a very long time, my sister has come home with a man!” Her sister, Carla, said. She then glared at her sister. “I’m really honored to hear that, Carla.” She heard Vladimir say. She looked at him sharply. He looked at her but he just smiled at her before looking at her parents again. “What---” “So, as I was saying, Mom and Dad,” Vladimir said towards her parents. “Can Claire and I talk for a moment?” “Yes, sure, of course.” Her dad said. “Thank you,” Vlad said. Vladimir looked at her. “Let's go, Claire.” She looked at Vladimir and walked past him and went outside. She felt that Vladimir was following her. She opened their gates and walked
Claire’s POVClaire and Vladimir stared at each other. “Will you not regret the decisions you've made today, Claire?” Vladimir said after a while. Claire looked at the floor, and sighed. Of course, I will, but I don’t want to hurt them more once they realize that you and I are just in a contract marriage. “No,” Claire said still looking at the floor. “I will not.”Claire did not saw Vladimir's reaction, but he was silent for a while before answering“Okay.” Vladimir agreed. “If that’s what you want, Claire.”With a heavy heart, she turned around and started walking towards their house.He didn’t even stop me and just agreed. Why does he really want to marry me?She was thinking when he heard Vladimir's voice again. “Is that really what you want, Claire?” Vladimir said. She stopped from walking, she turned around and faced Vladimir. She was five meters away from him. “Hey! Why are you shouting?” Vladimir walked towards her direction. “But I want to tell them everyt
Claire’s POV Grace? The woman she has been waiting and loving for a long time? And, the reason why he made love to me that day? That, Grace? Claire looked at him and she saw him still looking at the woman, even though the car had already left for a long time. We just kissed, but here you are looking at another woman. Well, she's not just another woman. She is Grace. Well, how can I compete with someone who you genuinely love? I am just a woman whom you got pregnant and whom you had a one-night stand with. I'm just nothing compared to her. She turned around and started walking towards her family’s house. I will just let him be and let him think about what he really wants. “Claire, you’re done talking?” Her mom said. She closed the gate and hugged her mom. She sobbed and started crying. “Why? What happened?” Her mom asked. “I just missed you all. I missed you all so much.” She was still crying when she heard Vladimir talk “Why did you leave me there alone, Cl
Claire’s POV Claire and Vladimir started at each other. “Claire, marriage is once in a lifetime. You need to wear a dress for your wedding properly.” Claire's dad said. Claire then looked at his father. “Yes, Pa, I will.” “You go with your Vladimir. We will follow you later.” She smiled at her dad. “Yes, Sir, the other car will be here any minute now.” “Okay. Go ahead, both of you. And, Vladimir, you take care of my daughter. We will see you at the venue." Claire's father continued. She looked at Vladimir again. And so is Vladimir. “Let’s go, Claire,” Vladimir said. They went outside Claire's family's house.Vladimir then opened the gate and guided her outside. She said goodbye to her family and walked outside of their gate's house. She looked back and waved goodbye to her family once more. After that, she started walking towards the car. She didn’t even bother waiting for Vladimir. She is now in front of the car. She stopped and contemplated. Should I
Claire’s POV Claire is currently wearing a sophisticated white dress that’s hugging her body and flows down her legs. The wedding dress has a low V-neck line paired with a half-centimeter strap. She walked towards the mirror to look at herself. And, there she saw how beautiful she was. The make up artists weren't joking when they tild her she was so beautiful.She can't believe how the wedding dress complemented her features.Just like what I've imagined. The woman who assisted them a while ago asked her about her preference, and she described it to her. She tried on one dress a while ago but disliked it because it was too daring. And now, the neckline, the strap, and the dress suited her preference well. “I—I love it.” Claire said out loud. “Yes, Ma’am, it feels like the dress has already found its owner.” She looked at herself. She didn’t know that she would be able to wear her dream dress on her wedding day. “Do you want to show to your future husband yourself, Ma
The evening stretched out slowly, the kind of night where the city outside seemed to blur into the background, almost nonexistent. Inside the apartment, the air was warm, filled with the soft hum of the fridge and the quiet ticking of the clock. The lamps cast a gentle, golden light, wrapping everything in a kind of peaceful cocoon.Claire sat on the couch, her legs tucked under a blanket, watching Vladimir move around the kitchen. The sound of him stirring a pot, the quiet clink of utensils against plates, was a comfort—a rhythm that had settled into their days.She admired the way he worked. There was something about the way his hands moved, fluid and confident, like he was completely in his element.He hummed softly to himself, a tune that felt familiar but not quite, a quiet sound that added to the peaceful atmosphere. It wasn’t the kind of music that filled the room with volume; it was the kind that quietly existed in the background, like the feeling of being at home.After a whi
The morning light peeked through the curtains, soft and lazy, casting a warm glow across the apartment.The air still had a bite to it, a lingering chill that made the bed feel even more inviting. Claire and Vladimir lay just a few inches apart, neither of them moving, as if the calm of the morning had settled in them too. It wasn’t the tense quiet that used to fill the space, but something different—something easier, more at home.Vladimir was the first to stir, his hand reaching for the edge of the blanket. His fingers brushed against Claire’s, just enough to stir her from her thoughts. She blinked slowly, then turned her head to look at him. There was no rush today. He smiled at her, his voice still thick with sle
The apartment was quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside—cars rolling by, the occasional muffled voices of pedestrians, the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. The warm glow from the kitchen lights softened the space, casting shadows along the wooden floor. It felt… still, but not in a bad way. Just in the way nights sometimes do when there’s nothing left to do but exist at the moment.Claire walked towards the living room and when she arrived she sat down and curled up on the couch, she put the blanket that she got in their room with the cup of hot tea in her left hand. She then put it over her legs, and she then put her fingers wrapped around the warm mug of chamomile tea.The faint scent of honey and herbs mixed with the lingering aroma of the pasta they had made earlier.Across from her was Vladimir, where he sat in his usual spot, legs stretched out, slowly stirring his coffee even though it had long since dissolved.They weren’t talking to each other, but that
The quiet of their apartment felt heavier than ever as Claire sat in the living room, absentmindedly tracing the edges of a book on the coffee table.Vladimir had been distant, even though they had just shared a tender moment, kissing her as if it was the last time. There was an aching tenderness in the way his lips met hers, but the kiss ended too soon, leaving her feeling both cherished and forsaken.She had noticed the subtle changes in him—the way he sometimes pulled away after they made love, or how his touch lingered with an intensity that felt more like desperation than affection. It was as if he was trying to fill some void, some empty space within himself, but Claire couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just a stand-in.The absence of Grace, though not spoken of, seemed to cast an ever-present shadow in their relationship.Claire's thoughts swirled in her head. Is he really here with me, or am I just someone to distract him from the past?As she stared out of the window, wa
Days passed after their heart-to-heart talk, it felt like they had broken through a barrier, but a new weight began to settle on Claire’s chest. She keeps on overthinking about everything. Yes, she knew that Vladimir was always there. Always there when she needed help. He was always there, even with small things. He was being considerate of her. Extra considerate that she felt that it was so unnatural. It was unnatural that she felt that he was covering something up.Vladimir seemed more present, more mindful of their time together, but there was still something lingering in the air. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was—maybe it was the way he held her a little longer when they kissed, or how his touch seemed just a touch more urgent.The intimacy was there, but there is still something missing.But there was also a quietness to him now. So quiet that she just can't say the things she wants to say.He no longer spoke of Grace, and though his actions seemed more thoughtful, the distance be
The days that followed felt different—lighter, yet more intense. The air between Claire and Vladimir had shifted, and though they were still navigating the complexities of their new life together, there was a newfound peace between them. Their conversations grew deeper, more open, each layer of uncertainty peeling away with each passing day.Outside their condo’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights of Bonifacio Global City flickered against the night sky. The streets below were still alive with movement—cars gliding smoothly along the well-paved roads, a group of late-night joggers passing by, and the distant hum of a motorcycle engine cutting through the relative quiet.From their vantage point, Claire could see the neon signs of high-end restaurants and coffee shops, their warm glow reflecting off the glass buildings that towered around them.Inside, the ambiance was calmer. The modern elegance of their home—muted earth tones, sleek furniture, and soft ambient lighting—created
Claire looked at Vladimir intimately. She can feel something in the way he is looking at her.Love? But, why? How? When?Lots of questions kept on popping in her head. She can't just ask him those things. Because she knows the reason. He doesn't love her. He loves Grace, and that's the reason why she was at their wedding yesterday, to make her feel jealous.But why is he looking at me like this?Vladimir moved and propped himself up on one arm, looking down at her. While she is still lying down on the bed.“Last night…” he began, his voice trailing off as though searching for the right words.“I know things between us have been complicated, but I meant everything I said. I never wanted to make you feel like you were second to anyone.” Vladimir uttered, as if he sensed what she was thinking, to herself.Claire’s heart ached with a bittersweet mix of emotions. She doesn't know if she will believe him or what. Their marriage is not because of love, not on her part though. He loves the man
The tension between them was unbearable, a silent current that crackled in the space between their bodies. Claire could hardly focus on anything except the steady, deliberate way Vladimir looked at her—as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.Her skin was warm beneath his touch, a contrast to the cool air in the dimly lit room. Every inch of her felt exposed, not just physically, but emotionally. She had spent so long guarding herself, pushing down the emotions she didn’t fully understand, but now… she was laid bare before him in more ways than one.Vladimir’s fingers brushed along the curve of her waist, a featherlight touch that sent shivers racing down her spine. His movements were slow, calculated, as if giving her every opportunity to stop him. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because, despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her, she didn’t want to stop.“Are you scared?” he murmured, h
"There," Vladimir uttered as he was pulling her arms away from her bosom. The moment her arms were pulled all the way to her head with one hand, pinning her arms in the air, she saw his eyes twinkle. She could see admiration in his eyes.Claire’s breath hitched as Vladimir’s hands moved gently but with unmistakable authority. Her arms remained on top of her head even though she could feel his grip was slowly loosening, as if her body were already betraying her, allowing him to take the control she had tried to keep.Her heart raced. The vulnerability she felt was both terrifying and exhilarating, and the air between them was thick with desire. Vladimir’s eyes never left hers as he slowly moved closer. She could feel the warmth of his body pressing against hers, the contrast of his towel against her bare skin."You look beautiful like this," Vladimir’s voice was a whisper, a soft rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.Claire swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts, but her mind