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.

father, I understand.Can I

ask in a low voice, my eyes directed to the

"You may leave."

his mordacious words, I make a beeline for the stairs and then to my room, only to find a stunning and well dressed

you look good for meeting

sort of

into the seat in front of my dresser and allow her to do whatever it is she needs

half hour or so Sarah is

I murmur as I get

on your hair.’ She says

probably hurried up because Dad is waiting for us

some heels as she makes her way of

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

my holed up sweats? At least they

dress, I quickly scan it

as bad

with a bit of ribbon separating the bust from

good enough for a

on along with the plain white heels, I glance

rush out of

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

"I'm here."

call out to

Just then Sarah enters into

talk with you.’ Sarah says as 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 seconds before inconspicuously removing my hand from

murmur as I quickly adjust how

wearing jeans and shorts for long, you forget you

on but I

gently as she looks at me straight in

by ‘bad thoughts’? "What sort of

I question.

up your family and the business.You can't

she takes my hand in hers once

masks into the

course I thought

away from here ever since my father opened his mouth about

know, I

I don't want to but I

father has

already makes sure he has

am the heir to

a matter of days since he finds

the age of seven due to not getting dessert before diner is hardly a

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

say lying through my

though, she buys it and smiles at me

time both my mother and

the thought and my heart starts to hammer

Here goes nothing.

you know what this Damien guy

ask hesitantly as Sarah gets out of the car next

nods her head

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

says, winking

that makes me feel

makes me

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

luckily he doesn't look like

walking towards

It is absolutely beautiful.

its dips and arches