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 ready

ask in a low voice, my eyes

"You may leave."

make a beeline for the stairs and then to

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

that sort

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

a half hour or so Sarah

was fast.’ I murmur as I get

I mainly focused on your hair.’ She says

hurried up because Dad is

and some heels as she makes her way of my

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

can't I just go in my holed up sweats?

quickly scan it

as bad

a bit of ribbon separating the bust from the lower

too fancy but good

along with the 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

"I'm here."

call out to the empty

everyone? Just then Sarah enters into the room putting in an

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

I murmur as I quickly

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

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

as she looks

mean by ‘bad

I question.

such as running away or giving up your family and the business.You can't do that

asks as she takes my hand in

sure my face masks into the perfect amount

I thought about

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

know,

I don't want to but I simply

has

already makes sure he has

the heir

a matter of days since he

did it once- though me running away at the age of seven due to not getting dessert before diner is hardly a great

or the business in

lying

and smiles at me before pulling me

that time both my mother and

clenches at the thought and my

Here goes nothing.

you know what this Damien guy is

gets out of the car next

her head in

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

winking

if that makes

makes me feel

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

he doesn't look like that at

up at the estate doors we are walking towards makes my

It is absolutely beautiful.

its dips and arches and regal stonework