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.

understand.Can I leave to get ready

a low voice, my eyes directed

"You may leave."

any more of his mordacious words, I make a beeline for the stairs and then to my room, only to find a stunning and

to make you look good for meeting the

that sort of

to throw a tantrum and object to anything, I simply slouch into the seat in front of

half hour or so Sarah is surprisingly

I murmur

mainly focused on your hair.’

up because Dad is waiting for us

some heels as she

the dress, "Oh

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

quickly scan it

bad as

bit of ribbon separating

but good enough

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

I rush out

being late, I nearly run down

"I'm here."

to

Just then Sarah enters into the room putting in an

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

as I quickly

jeans and shorts for long, you forget you can't sit with

is a lot to take on but I hope you

as she looks at

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

I question.

up your family and the business.You can't

takes my hand in hers

my face masks into the perfect amount of faux confusion and

I thought about

about running away from here ever since my

know,

that I don't want

father has men

sure he has eyes on me

am the heir to

run, it'll only be a matter of

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

business in such a position.I had never

say lying

at me before

mother

immediately clenches at the thought and my heart starts to hammer

Here goes nothing.

you know what this Damien guy is

Sarah gets out of the

nods her head in

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

says, winking

that makes me

it makes me feel slightly

forties with balding hair

doesn't look like that at

doors we are walking towards makes my breath hitch

It is absolutely beautiful.

arches and regal stonework