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 understand.Can I leave to get ready

ask in a low voice, my eyes directed to

"You may leave."

for the stairs and then to my room, only to find a stunning and well dressed Sarah perched on

I have to make you

sort of

object to anything, I simply slouch into the seat in

half hour or so Sarah is surprisingly

I murmur

mainly focused on your hair.’

probably hurried up because Dad is waiting for us

dress and some heels as she

my more austere collection,’ she giggles, pointing to the dress, "Oh and hurry up.’ She

go in my holed

dress, I quickly

as bad as I was

with a bit of ribbon separating

too fancy but good

heels, I glance in the mirror, fine

head, I rush

with being late, I nearly run

"I'm here."

call out to the empty

Just then Sarah enters into the room putting in

take around 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

as I quickly adjust how I'm

long, you forget you

on but I hope you aren't having any

looks at me straight

she mean by ‘bad thoughts’? "What

I question.

family and the business.You can't do that Serena.You

she takes my hand in

sure my face masks into the perfect amount of faux

course I thought about

here ever since my father opened his mouth about the arranged

I know, I

that I don't want to but I

has

sure he has eyes on

am the heir

it'll only be a matter of days

me running away at the age of seven due to not getting dessert before diner is

the family or the business in such a position.I had never even

say lying through

at me before

both my mother and father

the thought and my

Here goes nothing.

this Damien guy

gets out of the car next

nods her head

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

says, winking at

makes me feel

speaking, it makes me feel slightly

late forties with balding hair and paunch stomach, makes

he doesn't look like that

walking towards makes my breath hitch in my

It is absolutely beautiful.

dips and arches and