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.

understand.Can I leave to

ask in a low voice, my

"You may leave."

and then to my room,

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

sort of

a tantrum and object to anything, I simply slouch into the seat in front of my

or so

I murmur as

I mainly focused on your hair.’

up because Dad is

some heels as she makes her way of my

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

go in my holed up sweats? At least they were

dress, I quickly scan it and

bad as I

bit of ribbon

but good

plain white heels, I glance in the mirror, fine with

rush out

situation worse with being late, I nearly

"I'm here."

to the empty

Just then Sarah enters into the room putting

talk with you.’ Sarah says as she grabs my hand and sits me down on the two seater sofa.Glancing at my

ahead.’ I murmur as I

side to wearing jeans and shorts for long, you forget

a lot to take on

she looks at me straight in the

mean by ‘bad

I question.

such as running away or giving up your family and the business.You can't do that Serena.You know

she takes my hand in

sure my face masks into the perfect

I thought about

about running away from here ever since

know,

I don't want

has

has

I am the heir to

only be a matter of days since

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

the family or the business in such a

say lying through my

and smiles at me

time both my mother and

clenches at the thought and my heart

Here goes nothing.

know what this Damien guy

gets out of

nods her head in

if it's any consolation, he's

winking at

that makes

speaking, it makes me feel slightly

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

doesn't look

estate doors we are walking towards makes

It is absolutely beautiful.

and arches