Billionaires Innocent Mistress

Chapter 1

"Good job, Models. And also to you, Grace," I smiled at Derek, the photographer of Lux Calisse Model Agency.

I sat on a high chair in front of a large mirror. I smiled at Won as he draped a shawl over my shoulders.

"Thanks, Won," I expressed gratitude and grabbed my bag to retrieve my phone.

"Grace, do you have plans for today?"

"Yes, I do. Daddy invited us for a vacation in Palawan."

Where is that again? Ugh. My phone always goes missing. Will I have to buy a new one?

"Is that so."

Ignoring Won, I focused on searching for my phone.

"Hey, Won, you have a call!" I heard Benny, the gay stylist, say in his painful voice.

"Wait, Grace," I gestured to him, smiling when I finally spotted my phone. Daddy left my bag in a mess.

I quickly texted Dad that I'm done. He doesn't like it when I don't text him once I'm finished. It can be quite scary when he unleashes his protective father mode.

After texting Dad, I looked at the mirror, fixing my hair. I glanced at Won, who seemed uneasy, sitting beside me.

He's been my friend since I started modeling in this agency. He was the one who approached me first, guiding me on how to begin. My fellow models tease me, thinking Won has feelings for me. But for me, it's just nothing.

"What's bothering you, Won?" I asked him. He sighed deeply and massaged his temples.

"My brother is now here."

"Oh, that's good. Is he the general in the army from another country you mentioned?" He nodded, holding his hand, which seemed sore from clenching too hard.

"Yes, that's him. I just hope he doesn't stay. He'll surely bring nothing but trouble."

"You're so harsh on your brother. What if he's here to help with the current issues in the Philippines?"

"He won't involve himself in Philippine issues. He has his own army in America, and he plans to bring them here. A private agency hired them to swiftly catch criminals in the country."

I rested my elbow on my knee and propped my chin on the back of my hand. I looked at him closely, sensing his anger.

"You seem really upset with him. Isn't he your eldest brother?"

"He's just my half-brother. His mother has Greek blood, and his father is also my father. There's a reason why I despise him. He takes everything from me, even my ex-girlfriend."

I fell silent after what he said. I never expected he carried such resentment.

My phone pinged, so I grabbed it from my bag. Zylene and Alisson, my two friends from my previous all-girls school, messaged me.

From Zylene: Hey, Bitches, want to go to a bar? They say there are handsome guys tonight.

From Alisson: God, bitches! I had a one-night stand. He's yummy. He wants to meet you too.

I learned how to flirt from them. But I can't do it for real since Daddy always accompanies me. So, the two of them are the ones who go to bars.

Me: Can't go with you two, bitches. I'm going somewhere with my parents. Sorry. :(

"Here we are."

I looked outside as Dad spoke. We were at an airstrip. I put my phone back into my bag. Dad's staff welcomed us as we got out of the car. I walked towards the chopper and checked my surroundings.

There were many planes and choppers parked. One chopper was ready for takeoff, causing a strong gust of wind to hit us.

Good thing I wore black shorts. My top was a spaghetti strap with a white leather jacket. For footwear, I had on black ankle boots. I'm glad I didn't wear a skirt; it would've been a hassle.

Mommy and I were assisted to board the chopper. We went ahead of Dad because he had some instructions for his staff.

"Mom, aren't Daddy's bodyguards coming with us?"

"No, dear. Your dad said we're going on vacation to Palawan, and he'll take care of us while we're there. He wants us to be safe in case anything happens."

I nodded and looked inside the chopper. I smiled as I took the earphone set for my ears.

"Mom, do I look good? Can I be a pilot now?"

She laughed at my question and nodded, making me smile.

"Do you want to be a flight attendant?"

"No, I want to be a star. A shining star. But Dad will never let me be a celebrity."

"Grace, your dad isn't stopping you. He just doesn't want you to be too exposed to the media. You know that there are dangers waiting for our family. That's why he agreed to your modeling, so you wouldn't get upset."

I sighed deeply and leaned on her shoulder. I don't know if being the daughter of a mafia is a good thing. It's been a tradition in our family since Grandpa. But sometimes, I wish their work wasn't like this. People often think negatively about the mafia, associating them with illegal syndicates.

I become silent when I hear gossip from my classmates and some fellow models. Sometimes, I can tell that some models are just pretending to be friends with me. They know I'm the daughter of the mafia, and they fear what my Dad might do.