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

in a low voice, my eyes directed to

"You may leave."

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

sis.Dad says I have to make you look good for meeting

that sort of

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

a half hour or so

fast.’ I murmur

I mainly focused on

because Dad is

dress and some heels as she

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

holed up sweats?

dress, I quickly

bad as

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

too fancy but good enough

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

my head, I rush out

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

"I'm here."

call out to the empty

Sarah enters

half an hour: Why the hell does this 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

ahead.’ I murmur as I quickly

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

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

gently as she looks at me

by ‘bad thoughts’? "What

I question.

running away or giving up your family

asks as she takes my hand

make sure my face masks into the perfect amount of faux confusion and

course I thought

here ever since my father opened his

I know,

that I don't want to but I simply

father has men

probably already makes sure he has eyes on

the heir to

I run, it'll only be a matter of

to not getting dessert before diner is hardly a great comparison— he'll

family or the business in such

say lying through

smiles at me before pulling me into a

that time both my mother and father enter

clenches at the thought and my

Here goes nothing.

this Damien guy

as Sarah gets out of

her

him a few times and if

winking at

that makes me

it makes me feel

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

doesn't look like that

doors we are walking towards makes my breath hitch in my

It is absolutely beautiful.

and arches