In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

Taking in the content of the words displayed on my laptop screen, I quickly scan them one last time and then immediately exit out of the web browser.

I push away from my writing table and spin around in my swivel chair before stopping myself as I start to feel dizzy.

Somehow I never learn to stop.

I lay my head against the chair and let out a low groan.

What do I do now? I'm so bored.

Stalking celebrities all day, unfortunately, does have its limits.

And by limits, I mean your mother coming into your room and catching you staring at pictures of a certain half naked model.

The slight ping of my phone going off makes me stand up and trudge over to my bed.

I reply to a few messages and ignore others, making sure not to click on certain areas so that the conversation doesn't open up.

Someone knocks on the door and opens it, pushing their head through.

Before even looking up from my phone, I know it isn't my mother because she would just barge in like always.

Smiling at the person in front of me, I immediately sit up as my sister makes her way through the door and into my bedroom.

"Hey Sarah."

I greet as I take in the sight of my sister.

She stood there in all her 5'11-red headed—green eyed-model figure glory.

I still remember when I was younger, and everyone used to fawn over my sister and her beauty.

Hell, I nearly lost it when she got offers into the modelling industry but eh, I've made my peace with it.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Italy?"

I ask as I make room for her to sit down.

Instead of taking a seat, she places her handbag down on the ground and then sprawls on the bed right next to me.

"Just felt like it.I missed mum and dad.Speaking of dad, where is he?"She muses.

"Out of country.He's landing soon, so he'll probably be back in a couple of hours."I answer.

Sarah nods her head in understanding and smiles at me.

"Has dad talked to you?"She asks.

my brow

"About what?"

ask in both

had to be about me otherwise she wouldn't be giving

"We'll see."

She simply says, shrugging.

her, I keep quiet, knowing she won't

 "Girls!"

shouts

"Coming!"

yell back down but

she pats me on the

done all

She asks in exasperation.

 stutter trying to come up with some amazing accomplishment

fell

I grumble.

me

we both head downstairs just in time to see our father

"Dad!"

squeal and rush over to

smiles and pats me on the back before noticing my sister, who is currently standing

"Sarah!"

happily and quickly puts his bags down to go

me, squeezing my arm

is smile back.I'm used to

that their affection as my mother leads him by the arm into the dining room.dekeickkitickk After dinner, Dad and Sarah go into his office to

you talked to your

up,

I ask in exasperation, "Why does everyone keep asking

"Everyone?"

My mother inquires sternly.

anyone let anything slip regarding what is

only mares my subconscious and would never dare show itself

at the thought of even speaking

Dad meaning to

"Oh, okay."

I can still tell she isn't too fond of Sarah saying something to

exactly is this entire ordeal

I question innocently.

a look that tells me

"You'll see"

she says as she returns back to our task at

wash and dry the dishes in a comfortable silence as

of doing anything remotely related to housework probably scares her off.Though now I'm scared.Well, not scared but more so