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

a low voice, my eyes directed to

"You may leave."

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

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

sort

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

half hour or so Sarah is

I murmur as

focused on your hair.’ She says

hurried up because Dad is waiting for

and some heels as

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

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

I quickly scan it

bad as I was

lace number with a bit of ribbon

but good enough for

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

rush out

with being late, I nearly run

"I'm here."

to the

everyone? Just then Sarah enters

does this 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 my hands in hers, I let it be for a few seconds before inconspicuously removing my hand from

as I quickly adjust how I'm

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

lot to take on but I hope you aren't having

she looks at me

she mean by ‘bad thoughts’? "What

I question.

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

takes my hand

masks into the perfect

I thought about

about running away from here ever since my father

know, I

don't want to but I simply

father has men

sure he has eyes on me

the heir

a matter of days since he

seven due to

family or the business in such a

lying through my

it and smiles at me before pulling me into a brisk

both my mother and

immediately clenches at the thought and my heart starts to hammer

Here goes nothing.

what this Damien guy

as Sarah gets out

nods her head in

I've met him a few times and if

says, winking

makes me feel

makes me feel slightly

someone perverted in their late forties with balding hair and paunch stomach, makes me even more reluctant than

luckily he doesn't look like

are walking towards

It is absolutely beautiful.

dips and arches