In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V

My phone vigorously vibrating in my hand alerts me to the fact that my peace has very quickly come to an end.

I sigh out loud as I lean my head back against the worn out handle of the swings, gazing at the slightly darkening sky.

Time always seems to pass quick here though I still can't believe I've spent several hours out here.

It's funny how every time I walk out of the house to get some peace and quite, they think I've gone somewhere far that nobody knows about.

I'd love to see their faces that all along I've actually just been behind the shed—on the swing sets— in our garden.

It's actually sad to be honest.

They never even bother to look for me when I go missing for hours on end.

What's even more pathetic is that I always want my father to come after me.

After all the countless arguments, I always run away to here, hoping my father would come out, chasing after me.

But I guess that sort of stuff only happens in movies.

I wonder if my father even comes here anymore.

Probably not.

I let out a groan as my phone starts vibrating once more.

Signaling that this time, I actually will have to leave my little sanctuary.

Getting up from the—nearly to small- swing seat, I straighten out my clothes and brush my hair away from my face.

Trying to do whatever I can to make me seem less of a mess.

I walk the short distance from my garden to the house and enter in through the backdoor.

Walking into the living room, I stop as my father stands there, all dressed up in a suit.

"Don't be late next time and answer your phone.Get dressed we're leaving.’ Dad says tersely.I robotically nod my head and turn to march up the stairs but instead I swivel back around and look at my father, who looks straight back with an eyebrow raised.

"I want to talk with you dad.I mutter as I glance at the tiled ground.My father grunts in response.I'll take that as yes then.Better than nothing right? Mustering up the courage, I look my father dead in the eyes.

"I just want to know why? I need to understand why this is all necessary.’ I say.

By now, I'm grasping at straws.

At anything that will help me to understand why this is all happening.

All father had giving me, are vague barely one sentence answers.

I deserve more than that.

Especially if he's entrusting my entire future into some mans hands that I've never even met.

I don't know who or what this Damien even is.

"I have already told you Serena.I am your father and I know better especially in regards to your wellbeing and your future."

He answers tersely, "I don't want to hear more remarks from you regarding this occasion am I clear?"

He further asks.

I nod my head and quickly turn to leave.

The feeling of hopelessness encompassing me once more.

However as soon as I take a step to leave, my father intentionally clears his throat.

Turning to face him, I see his eyebrow raised and a meaningful look on his face.

I understand.Can I

in a low voice, my eyes

"You may leave."

any more of his mordacious words, I make a beeline for the stairs and then to

have to make you look good for meeting the Stryker's.’ She says

that sort of

in the mood to throw a tantrum and object to anything, I simply slouch into the seat

hour or so

was fast.’ I murmur as I

focused on your hair.’

because Dad is waiting for us

some heels as she

my more austere collection,’ she giggles, pointing to the dress, "Oh and hurry up.’ She says as she closes

go in my holed up sweats? At least

quickly scan it

isn't as bad

lace number with a bit of ribbon separating the bust

fancy but good

white heels, I glance

my head, I rush out of

make my situation worse with being late, I nearly run down the stairs and scramble

"I'm here."

out to the empty

is everyone? Just then Sarah enters into the room putting in

she grabs my hand and sits me down on the two seater sofa.Glancing at my hands in hers, I let it be for a few

ahead.’ I murmur as I

and shorts for long, you forget you can't sit

lot to take on but I

gently as she looks at

by ‘bad thoughts’? "What sort of

I question.

away or giving up your family

asks as she takes my hand

my face masks into the

course I

from here ever since my father opened his mouth about

I know,

don't want to but I

has men

makes sure he has eyes on me

am the heir to his precious

be a matter of days

once- though me running away at the age of seven due to

put the family or the business in such a position.I had never even

say lying through

she buys it and smiles at me

my mother

my heart starts to hammer wildly in my

Here goes nothing.

this Damien

Sarah gets out of the car next to

nods her

few times and if it's any consolation, he's young and

winking

makes

makes me

marrying someone perverted in their late forties with balding hair and paunch stomach, makes me

look like that at

up at the estate doors we are walking towards makes

It is absolutely beautiful.

its dips and arches and