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 leave

ask in a low voice, my

"You may leave."

needing to hear any more of his mordacious words, I make a beeline for the stairs and then to my room, only to

have to make you look good for meeting the

that sort

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

half hour or so Sarah is surprisingly

murmur

focused on

up because Dad is

points to a dress and some heels as she makes her way

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

I just go in my holed

dress, I quickly scan it

bad as I

sleeveless lace number with a bit of ribbon separating the bust from

but good

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

my head, I rush

late, I nearly run down the stairs and scramble

"I'm here."

out to the

everyone? Just then Sarah enters

with you.’ Sarah says as she grabs my hand and

ahead.’ I murmur as I

side to wearing jeans and shorts for long, you forget you can't sit with your legs splayed

is a lot to take on but I hope

as she looks at me straight

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

I question.

as running away or giving up your family and

takes my hand in hers

face masks into the

course I

away from here ever since my father

know, I

want to but I

father has men

probably already makes sure he has eyes on me at all

heir to his

run, it'll only be a

age of seven due to not getting dessert before diner is hardly a great comparison— he'll do it

or the business in such a position.I

lying

it and smiles at me

mother

thought and my heart starts to hammer

Here goes nothing.

what this Damien

out of the

her head

times and if it's any consolation,

winking at

makes me

makes me feel

their late forties with balding hair and paunch stomach, makes me even

doesn't look like

doors we are walking towards makes my breath

It is absolutely beautiful.

arches and