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

in a low voice, my eyes directed

"You may leave."

needing to hear any more of his mordacious words, I make a beeline for the stairs and then to my room, only to find a stunning and well dressed Sarah perched on my

to make you look good for meeting the

sort of

and object to anything, I simply slouch into the seat

half hour or so Sarah is

murmur as I

on your

hurried up because Dad is waiting

and some heels as she

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

I just go in my holed up sweats? At least they were

quickly scan

isn't as bad as

number with a bit of ribbon

but good

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

my head, I rush out

wanting to make my situation worse with being late, I nearly

"I'm here."

to the

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

getting ready, 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

I quickly adjust how

shorts for long, you forget you can't sit with your

on but I hope you

she looks at me straight in

she mean by ‘bad thoughts’? "What sort

I question.

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

takes my hand in hers

masks into the perfect amount of faux

course I thought

running away from here ever since my

I know, I

don't want to but

has

he has eyes on me

I am the heir to

be a matter of days since he finds

running away at the age of seven due to not getting dessert before diner is hardly a great comparison— he'll do it

business in such

lying

and smiles at me

both my mother and father enter into the

stomach immediately clenches at the thought and my heart starts

Here goes nothing.

this Damien guy is

Sarah gets out

her

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

says, winking at

makes me feel

it makes me feel slightly

with balding hair

doesn't look like

we are walking towards makes

It is absolutely beautiful.

arches and regal stonework