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 get

in a low voice, my eyes directed

"You may leave."

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

sis.Dad says I have to make you look good for meeting the Stryker's.’

sort of

into the seat in front of my dresser and allow her to

a half hour or

fast.’ I murmur as

mainly focused on your hair.’ She says

hurried up because Dad is waiting for us

some heels as she makes

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

in my holed up sweats? At

quickly scan it

isn't as bad as I was

sleeveless lace number with a bit of

but good enough for

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

my head, I rush out

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

"I'm here."

call out to the empty

then Sarah enters

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

as I quickly adjust

and shorts for long, you forget you

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

she looks at me straight in

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

I question.

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

she takes my hand in

make sure my face masks into the perfect amount of faux confusion

course I

away from here ever since

I know, I

want to but

has

makes sure he has

heir to

only be a matter of

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

in such a position.I had never

say lying through

she buys it and smiles at me before pulling me into

time both my mother and father enter into

thought and my

Here goes nothing.

this

out of the

her head

I've met him a few times and if it's

says, winking

that makes me feel

speaking, it makes me feel

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

he doesn't look like that

we are walking towards makes my breath hitch in

It is absolutely beautiful.

dips and arches and regal stonework