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."

the stairs and then

sis.Dad says I have to make you look

sort

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

or so Sarah is

was fast.’ I murmur

focused on

Dad is waiting for

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

giggles, pointing to the dress, "Oh and hurry

go in my holed

I quickly scan

bad as I was

lace number with a bit of ribbon separating the

fancy but good

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

I rush

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

"I'm here."

call out to the empty

enters into the room putting

it'll take around 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 it be for a few

ahead.’ I murmur as I quickly adjust

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

a lot to take on but I

looks at me

mean by ‘bad thoughts’? "What sort of

I question.

up your family and the business.You can't do that Serena.You know that

asks as she takes my hand in

make sure my face masks into the perfect amount

course I thought about

about running away from here ever since

I know, I

that I don't want

has

sure he has

the heir

it'll only be a matter

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

never put the family or the business in such

lying

it and smiles at me before pulling me

both my mother and

and my heart starts

Here goes nothing.

this Damien guy is

as Sarah gets out of the

nods her head

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

winking

if that makes me feel

it makes

with balding hair and paunch stomach, makes me even more

he doesn't look like that at

estate doors we are walking towards makes my breath hitch

It is absolutely beautiful.

and arches and regal stonework