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 leave to get

a low voice, my

"You may leave."

and then to my room, only to find a stunning and well dressed

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

sort of

slouch into the seat in front of my dresser and allow

half hour or so Sarah

fast.’ I murmur

mainly focused on your hair.’

up because Dad is waiting for

and some heels as

pointing to the dress, "Oh and

my holed up sweats? At least they were

quickly scan

as bad as I was

a bit of ribbon

fancy but good enough for a

white heels, I glance in the

I rush out of

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

"I'm here."

out to the empty

then Sarah enters into the room

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

ahead.’ I murmur as I quickly

long,

is a lot to take on but I hope you aren't having any

as she looks at

does she mean by ‘bad thoughts’? "What sort of

I question.

family and the business.You can't

takes my hand

the perfect amount of faux confusion

I thought about

thought about running away from here ever since my father opened his mouth about the arranged

I know,

don't want to but I simply

father has

he has eyes

I am the heir to

I run, it'll only be a matter

due to not getting dessert

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

say lying through

and smiles at

my mother and father

the thought and my heart starts to hammer wildly in my

Here goes nothing.

what this Damien guy

hesitantly as Sarah gets out of

nods her head in

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

says, winking at

if that makes me feel

speaking, it makes

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

he doesn't look like that

up at the estate doors we are walking towards makes my breath

It is absolutely beautiful.

dips and arches and regal