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
Claire POVClaire and Vladimir’s pictorial ended.Vladimir took her hand and held her. He then led her. She just followed him, and held his hand tightly. As if that was the only security she needed that time. She took a deep breath.After a while, they reached the garden at the back of the Boutique, where they got their wedding dress and wedding suit.Shock was understatement.She looked around. And, saw how beautiful her wedding was. Their wedding.She smiled at the thought. It’s a garden wedding! Her dream wedding.Tears almost escaped from her eyes when she saw her family near the altar. But, she stopped herself from crying. Claire saw the priest waiting for them in front. The guests who are present are her family, on the left side, and the woman on the right side.A woman? She looked at Vladimir to ask who the woman was, but he wasn’t looking at her but her family. She saw her mom and dad standing up and walked towards them. After a while, her parents reached them. “Ma’
“I am Grace, the mother of Vladimir’s child.” Shock was an understatement. Claire wasn’t able to grasp the situation. She didn't know what to do. “Wh-what are you talking about?” Claire said in a small voice and held her stomach. The mother of Vladimir’s child. Those words kept echoing in Claire’s mind. “I know you’re pregnant with his child too, but he loves me. We both know that he doesn’t love you. You’re just someone who was there because I wasn’t around. So, I am taking back my place.” “I-I…” a tear fell from Claire’s face. She sighed and looked down. “I’ll be going now.” She stood up took her belongings and left the restaurant.
Claire is about to arrive at Cubao Bus Station. She looked at the busy road of Metro Manila from her seat, where she was facing the bus window. She saw many bystanders—vendors, selling any food or anything they could sell on the side of the road. Traffic enforcers are leading the traffic. People walking on the bridge. I don’t know what will happen to me here in Manila. I don’t know where to start, but I hope to get a job to help my family in Cebu. Claire started looking for a job after graduating from college, and she went to Manila to search for a job. She doesn’t know anyone in Manila, but still, she took the risk and started job hunting. The bus operator announced that they had arrived at the bus station. In a minute, they will alight from the bus. Before going to Manila, Claire asked her friend, who had been in Manila, to search for a bed space. It only cost her a little amount from her savings, so she took the offer. While descending, she took her phone and dialled t
Claire saw that the man looked sad and hurt, and he was even murmuring something. According to her trainer, she shouldn't bother their guest when they are drunk because something might happen, but there's something that's telling her to approach him. So, she talked to him. She took all her might to speak. Heś a good man, I know that he will not do bad hings while weŕe together. "Sir, are you alright? Do you need anything?" Claire said. But the man didn't answer. She was about to get out of his room when he suddenly collapsed from his bed. Claire gasped and she hurriedly ran towards him. "Sir? Sir?" Claire was gentle shaking the him. "Are you alright, Sir?" Claire was panicking. She didn’t know what to do, and she was about to call Gina when suddenly the man cried and hugged her. Claire was too stunned to move. “Si-sir?” When she felt the man was not moving, she pushed him away from her. She heard a loud noise coming from the bed. “OhMG!” Claire said. The man hit his hea
Claire felt that the man’s hug loosened. The moment he let go of her, Claire felt empty. He’s still holding her when he looked at and said “I've missed you so bad, Love. I thought I was not going to see you again. I've been praying for this day to come! Every year, for four years, I've been hoping to see you. To hold you. To kiss you. To make love with you.” The man stopped and sighed. She gasped. “Every year, I've been coming here to this place on the same day at the same time to wait for you. Every year I've been praying for you to come back, and here you are in my arms." Claire felt that the hug tightened again, and his hand slowly touched her face. "I love you, Grace. I still do! And I don't want you to leave me again" The next thing the man did was unexpected. He suddenly kissed her! Claire's eyes widened from the shock she felt. She tried to push the man, but she failed. He’s too tall and too strong for her. Just like how fast she kissed her, that’s how fast his lips a
Claire saw the man came closer to her. His face is moving towards hers. Her eyes widened and panicked. What do I do? Should I scream? Should I kick him? She did neither of what she thought. When his face is an inch away from her, Claire has found her voice. "No! No, Sir! This is---” Claire’s plead was cut off. The man kissed her again and again and again. His hands started roaming around her body. Then untangled the ribbon of her apron. The man pulled her apron little by little. When the strap of her apron was removed from her waist, he took the piece of cloth and rolled it with his one hand, and threw it away while kissing her. Then he continued undressing her! First button... Second button... Third button... On the last button of her dress, his magnificent hands went up to her breast, and he kneaded it! Claire gasped loudly. Then his lips went down to her neck and down to the cheek of her breast. A slight moan escaped her lips! "No, please stop it, Sir!" Claire p
Vladimir Villazanta II is the son of Vladimir Villlazanta and Celestine Villazanta. Vladimir is now the managing director of all their businesses, from 5-star hotels to fine dining restaurants to malls and resorts. Name it. He has it! He is the only child of the Villazanta. The sole heir of the Villazanta Group of Company, the behemoth company located in the Philippines, the largest, the most influential company all over Asia and soon Europe. The hotel he checked in last night is one of the hotels he manages. He is basically living there. If only his mother allowed him to just leave in that room, he could, but his mom doesn’t want him to do so. So, once a week, he sleeps there, where he and Grace shared their nights together. Vladimir Villazanta is a bachelor that every woman has been dreaming of. He is a 33-year old bachelor, he was a playboy when he met Grace, but he changed when Grace came. Grace is the only woman for him. He changed for her. Grace is Vladimir’s history.