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

a low voice,

"You may leave."

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

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

sort

I simply slouch into the seat in front of

or

was fast.’ I murmur as

mainly focused on your hair.’ She says

because Dad is

to a dress and some heels

more austere collection,’ she giggles, pointing to the dress, "Oh and

holed up sweats? At least

quickly

bad as I was

bit of ribbon separating

good enough for

along with the plain white heels, I

my head, I rush out of

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

"I'm here."

call out to the

is everyone? Just then Sarah enters

always happen to me? "I want to talk with you.’ Sarah says as she grabs my hand and sits

ahead.’ I murmur as I

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

know this is a lot to take on but I hope

looks at

mean by ‘bad

I question.

as running away or giving up your family

as she takes my hand

the perfect

course I thought

since my father opened his mouth about the arranged

know, I

want

has

makes sure he has eyes on

I am the heir to his precious

only be a matter of days

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

lying through my

and smiles at me before pulling me

both my mother and

and my heart starts to hammer wildly in my

Here goes nothing.

you know what this Damien guy

hesitantly as Sarah gets out of the car

her head

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

says, winking

that makes

it makes me feel

their late forties with balding hair and paunch stomach, makes

doesn't look like

walking towards makes my breath hitch in

It is absolutely beautiful.

and arches and regal stonework