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 leave to get ready

ask in a low voice, my eyes

"You may leave."

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

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

that sort

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

a half hour or

fast.’ I murmur

on your hair.’ She says

hurried up because Dad

to a dress and some heels

dress, "Oh

in my holed up sweats? At least they were

quickly

bad as I

bit of ribbon separating the bust from the lower

too fancy but good enough

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

rush out of

late, I nearly run down the stairs and scramble into

"I'm here."

call out to the

Sarah enters into the room putting in 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

murmur as I quickly adjust

side to wearing jeans and shorts for long, you

this is a lot to take on

looks at me straight

does she mean by ‘bad thoughts’?

I question.

up your family

takes my hand in hers once

the perfect amount of

I

since my father opened his

know,

don't want to but I simply

father has

probably already makes sure he has eyes on me

heir to his

only be a matter of days since he finds

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

in

say lying through my

at me before pulling me into a brisk

both my mother and

my heart starts

Here goes nothing.

know what this Damien guy is

ask hesitantly as Sarah gets out of

her

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

winking

if that makes

it makes me feel slightly

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

look

estate doors we are walking towards makes my breath

It is absolutely beautiful.

and arches and regal