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 to get ready

low voice, my eyes directed to the

"You may leave."

and then to my room, only to

make you look

that sort

and object to anything, I simply slouch into the seat

or so

fast.’ I murmur

mainly focused on your

Dad is

some heels as she makes her way of my

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

I just go in my holed up

the dress, I quickly scan

bad as I

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

good enough

dress on along with the plain white heels, I glance in the mirror, fine with how I

I rush out of my

late, I nearly run down the stairs and

"I'm here."

out to

then Sarah enters into the room putting in

always happen to me? "I want to 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 her

murmur as I quickly adjust how

wearing jeans and shorts for long, you forget you can't

is a lot to take on but I hope

says gently as she looks at me

does she mean by ‘bad

I question.

away or giving up your family

takes my hand

my face masks into the

I

ever since my father opened his mouth about the

I know,

I don't want

father has

sure he has

heir to

only be a matter of days

once- though me running away at the age of seven due to not getting dessert before diner is hardly a great comparison— he'll

in such

lying through

it and smiles at me before pulling me into a

time both my mother and father enter

at the thought and my heart starts to hammer

Here goes nothing.

this Damien guy

Sarah gets out of the

nods her head in

and if

says, winking

that makes

it makes me feel

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

luckily he doesn't look like that

walking towards makes my

It is absolutely beautiful.

and arches and regal