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

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

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

sort

anything, I simply slouch into the seat in front of my

hour or so Sarah is

I murmur as

mainly focused on your hair.’ She

Dad is waiting for

a dress and some heels as she makes her way

dress, "Oh and hurry up.’ She says

in my holed up sweats? At least they

quickly scan it

bad as

number with a bit of ribbon separating the

too fancy but good

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

head, I rush

make my situation worse with being late, I nearly run

"I'm here."

out to the empty

then Sarah enters into the room putting

always happen to 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

for long, you forget you

lot to take on but I hope

she looks at me straight in the

she mean by ‘bad thoughts’?

I question.

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

takes my hand in hers

the perfect amount of faux

course I thought about

thought about running away from here ever since my father

know, I

don't want to but I simply

father has men

probably already makes sure he has eyes

am the heir to his

it'll only be a matter of days since he finds

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

in such a position.I had never

say lying

though, she buys it and smiles at me before

time both my mother and father enter into

stomach immediately clenches at the thought and my heart

Here goes nothing.

know what this

gets out of the car

nods her head in

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

says, winking at

if that makes

it makes me feel

balding hair and paunch stomach, makes me even more

he doesn't look like that

we are walking towards makes

It is absolutely beautiful.

dips and arches and regal