All Chapters of 365 Days With A Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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 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’am

Claire’s POVVladimir pointed to the towel with a casual gesture.Her gaze followed his finger, landing on the towel carelessly draped over the bed. Great, she thought. Just what I needed—another reason to be embarrassed.She stepped toward the bed, still trying to ignore the heat spreading across her cheeks.She couldn’t see his body anymore from this side, and that was a relief.Good. Just get it over with, she told herself, trying to focus.She grabbed the towel, but then, a rush of guilt hit her.Ah, it wasn’t intentional. Just don’t think about it, Claire. Get it together.Her mind started to wander again. Why does this feel so... charged?Of course, he wasn’t expecting her to be here. He was just... him. But still... Her thoughts scattered as she gripped the towel a little too tightly, trying to avoid looking back at him.Before she could throw it to him, he stopped her.“Don’t throw it on my face, just give it to me, Claire.”His voice was firm, but his smile was playful—just li

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

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