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.

furrow my brow and shake

"About what?"

both curiosity and

me otherwise she wouldn't be giving me

"We'll see."

She simply says, shrugging.

her, I keep quiet, knowing she won't tell me a single

 "Girls!"

voice shouts up at

"Coming!"

down but still

pats me on the

have you even done all day that's

She asks in exasperation.

 stutter trying to come up with some amazing accomplishment but give up,

fell asleep late watching

I grumble.

me to follow her out the

to the front door, we both head downstairs just

"Dad!"

squeal and rush over to

merely smiles and pats me on the back before noticing my sister, who

"Sarah!"

happily and quickly puts his bags down

standing beside me, squeezing my arm and smiles at

is smile back.I'm used to it by now.Doesn't mean it stops hurting,

pecks him on the lips.Sarah makes a weird face at that their affection as my mother leads him by the arm into the

you talked

up,

ask in exasperation, "Why does everyone keep asking

"Everyone?"

My mother inquires sternly.

forbid, anyone let anything slip regarding what

only mares my subconscious and would never dare show

the thought of even speaking to

Sarah said something about Dad meaning to speak

"Oh, okay."

she isn't too

is this

I question innocently.

gives me a look that tells me that sort of

"You'll see"

returns back to our task at

the dishes in a comfortable silence as

speak with you.’ She says and then disappears again.The sight of doing anything remotely related to housework probably scares her off.Though