Mr. Billionaire’s Ugly Heiress Secretary

Felicia Sedan Valderama's Point of View Our Company Is Falling! I have never imagined that I will ramp on the podium sporting a simple dress. Simple clothes that are only in my belongings. Witnessing everyone in the crowd, especially people who talked ill against me while laughing while I was having a moment in the facade suddenly made me want to pull their hair, including the person who sabotaged my evening dress. This night is vital to me. I got invited to an event and was presumed to ramp up the gown my fashion designer has created for me but turns out, it was ripped off with scissors while it was just resting inside the dressing room. Seeing the maroon gown ripped off in front of me conveys too much headache and dissatisfaction. "I will not let this slide!" I told my best friend after the awarding night. Maureen took an in-depth whiff and then sat down beside me. "The CCTV footage has deteriorated. It seems like they planned on sabotaging you by doing this to your gown." She said, pertaining to the one I was having a headache on. It's conspicuous that someone who was also here has a massive grudge against me. I almost have nothing to dress with since it was the only gown I was looking forward to suiting yet it was yanked by some stupid person! I gritted my teeth when I arrived inside my van. Maureen and I were now inside. No matter how much I tried to be cool, I couldn’t. I’m furious and my blood is raging. This is the first time I experienced it in the modeling industry! My attitude and confrontation towards everyone are nice. I never underestimate because I know that everyone is different from each other, I couldn't think of a reason why someone loathes me when in fact, I'm always lovely to everyone! My best friend; Maureen, noticed that I was still quiet and spoke. “Don’t think about it. One of my family friends is the owner of the event center. I’ll try talking with them and ask if they could scrutinize what happened. Do you plan on bringing it to the media?” she oppugn. I took a subtle whiff and shook my head. My gown was torn and doesn’t want to be humiliated in front of many. For sure, everyone would gossip now roughly at me. My best friend and I were both models. We became friends when we were in high school and up until now, Maureen and I were still together. “By the way, where are we going to drop you off?” I implore before skimming at her. “To my condo, please. My bodyguard will be there,” she trailed off. My body felt feeble. I was working all day and attended an event plus a shoot occurred today. I was about to dwindle the event but I couldn’t. After the long shoot I’d done, I instantly went directly to the venue just to get pissed with regards to what transpired to my gown. I bid goodbye to my friend when we dropped her off at her condo. She was right, her bodyguard was there and was waiting for her when she came down. On our way home, I can't abstain from closing my eyes and contemplating. Being a model is hard, especially when a lot of paparazzi are around you, carefully watching your every move. “Where’s Mom and Dad?” I inquired about our maid who welcomed me. She got the bag I was harboring before she vanished in front of me. She didn’t give me any answer but only shook her head, a sign that she doesn’t know their whereabouts. Gradually, I heard my parents fighting at my father's office upstairs. “What are these all about?” I asked them, quite exhausted. Father’s eyes drifted on my location with his stoic eyes. “Let’s talk, Felicia. We have to tell you something,” he affirmed. Even if I was consumed, I bounced my head and moved toward his office. My mom’s facial expression seemed tense. Seeing her angry face made me feel extraordinary. “Sure, what is this all about?” I inquired casually. My father abruptly fondled his temple. “You’ll be marrying someone at the end of the month,” he declared which made me look at him and then chuckled sarcastically. All my life, even being a model, I never had someone in my life. No one is qualified in regards to my taste and then they want me to marry? How ridiculous! “I’m going to rest-“ “You will be marrying at the end of the month to Tomaso Jaundalé. He’s rich and promised to help us clean our name and put our company back at its peak,” my mother was now the one who was speaking. The sardonic smile on my face vanished. Tomaso Jaundalé… who is that? And what do they mean that he'll bring back our company at its peak? “Dad, what are you saying?” His jaw clenched. “Just do what I told you to do, Felicia! Marry him at the end of the month and we’re back to our usual life!” “Don’t tell me our family and business are failing? How did that happen?!” I lashed out. “And… And what do you mean by T-Tomaso Jaundalé? He’s old!” I don’t know why my father yearned for me to marry Tomaso. He’s already in his fifties and I don’t think he could still produce a child at his age and marry someone again for the second time! I know him. He’s a business tycoon and I once saw his interviews about someone he adores or likes and he enunciates my name. I never wanted to meet Tomaso because of his history when it comes to his girls, employees, and past wives. He’s an asshole, a pervert, and an abusive husband! I do not want to get in tangled with someone who has a bad relationship with people around him. Besides… men who are old and have big stomachs will never be my type! “Goodness, Daddy! Do you know what kind of person Tomaso is?” I burst out my lungs. My mom conveyed, “What do you want to happen, then? Our family will fall. All the business your father established would vanish in just a glimpse of an eye because of you!” My mom, or should I say my stepmom has a point. Ever since I was just a child, I never met my biological mother until just recently, my father married another woman again but I never liked Carmina. She’s brainwashing and manipulating my father. I know how meaningful our company is to my father. He toiled on it for years and I know how much it would simulate him if we were going to close it down because of bankruptcy. “When did the bankruptcy start?” I inquired solemnly. “You don’t have to know! All we need is your cooperation, Felicia! Things are now being handled by me and the only way for you to help us is to marry Tomaso!” I wailed. “But I still have a lot of things to do and I'm still under a contract with my agency! Maybe there are other ways to-“ My stepmother cut me off, “See? I told you. Your daughter wouldn’t agree with our plan! Is she your daughter, Frederico? First, she chose to be a model instead of training how to manage the company in the future and now, she’s refusing to help us!” she stated which made me look down and close my eyes before biting my lower lip. My hands evolved into fists. I can't figure out what to do. I never visualized marrying someone I don’t love, especially being locked into a manipulative and gaslighting relationship. Dad looked at me with disgruntled eyes. Ever since before, he wanted a son but they gave them a daughter. Like my stepmother, my father also sees me as a useless and selfish child. But even if they see me like that, I tried to do all the things they asked for. I did all the stuff they asked me to without protest just for them to acknowledge my existence and that I cared for them. Regardless, it seems like my decision to be a model is still a big bargain for them. “You are still selfish after all,” my father remarked. Here we go again. He was about to veer around his back on me when I spoke vulnerably. “I never said no…”