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 leave to

low voice, my eyes directed to

"You may leave."

mordacious words, I make a beeline for the stairs and then to my room, only

to make you look good for meeting the Stryker's.’

sort of

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

a half hour or so Sarah

fast.’ I murmur

on your hair.’ She

up because Dad is

to a dress and some heels as she

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

can't I just go in my holed

quickly scan

isn't as bad as I

bit of

fancy but good enough for a

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

I rush out

worse with being late, I nearly run down

"I'm here."

to the empty

then Sarah enters into the room putting in an

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 seconds before inconspicuously removing my hand from her

murmur as I quickly adjust

to wearing jeans and shorts for long, you

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

she looks at me straight in

mean by ‘bad thoughts’? "What sort

I question.

up your family and

she takes my hand in

the

course I thought about

since

know, I

don't want to but I

has

he has

am the heir to

I run, it'll only be a matter

to not getting dessert before diner is hardly a

family or the business in such a position.I had never even

lying through

it and smiles at me before pulling me into a brisk

mother and

stomach immediately clenches at the thought and my heart

Here goes nothing.

this Damien

as Sarah gets out of

her

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

says, winking at

makes

makes me feel

with balding hair and paunch stomach, makes

he doesn't look like that

doors we are walking towards makes my breath hitch in my

It is absolutely beautiful.

its dips and arches and