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

in a low voice, my eyes directed to

"You may leave."

beeline for the stairs and then to my room, only to find a stunning and well

have to make you look

that sort

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

or so

I murmur as I

mainly focused on your hair.’ She

hurried up because Dad is waiting

some heels as she

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

my holed up sweats? At least they were

I quickly

bad

bit of ribbon separating the

good

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

head, I rush out

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

"I'm here."

call out to

Just then Sarah enters into the

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

I murmur as I quickly adjust how I'm

wearing jeans and shorts for long, you forget you

take on but I hope you aren't having

as she looks at me straight in the

does she mean by ‘bad thoughts’? "What sort

I question.

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

she takes my hand in hers once

into the perfect amount of faux confusion and

course I

away from here ever since

know,

want to but

has men

probably already makes sure he has

the heir to his precious

it'll only be a matter of

of seven due to not getting dessert before diner is hardly a great

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

lying through

she buys it and smiles at

my mother and father enter into

and my heart starts to hammer wildly in my

Here goes nothing.

what this Damien guy is

Sarah gets out of the car

nods her head

and if it's any consolation, he's young and incredibly good

says, winking at

that makes me

it makes me feel

late forties with balding hair and

luckily he doesn't look

we are walking

It is absolutely beautiful.

dips and arches and