In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclanes' P 0.V

My mouth immediately goes dry as my fathers glare strengthens.

"Get.In’' He growls out once again.

Nodding my head, I quickly slip into the house and make my way to the living room, my fathers fast paced steps echoing behind me.

"What was that little stunt you pulled there?"

My father asks me as soon as I twist myself around to see him.

"Stunt?" Is all I ask, bewildered.

Surely he didn't think that was all an act.

"Yes! To think I could have at least trusted you enough to not embarrass me.

It's certainly good to know that you are incapable of handling something as simple as that"

By now my father is nearly screaming into my face, his words gaining volume, which makes me take a hesitant step back.

I know my father won't harm me.

It's all merely verbal what he throws at me.

"I swear I didn't do it on purpo-,;' I try to plead but it's like asking for a miracle to not be cut off when talking to my Dad.

"No excuses.I've had it up to here with your nuisance"

At that, I visibly flinch.

He's never been so angry before.

Does all this mean that much to him? Noticing my slightly scared look, my father takes a step back to calm himself.

He takes in a deep breath and rakes a hand through his red hair.

"Tomorrow; he says pausing as he takes another breath, "The Stryker's are coming over for lunch.I don't want to see any of this nonsense and I want you to be polite and for heavens sake don't faint again.’'Dad says.

Tomorrow? They're coming again.

I don't think I can handle so much in a span of forty eight hours.

Nonetheless I nod my head and wait for him to finish as I know there is more to come.

"You will be sleeping in your sisters room tonight: "Why?"I ask in confusion.

"I don't need any more hassle of you running away or anything of the sorts."He clarifies.

Hearing that makes my stomach drop as my mind flashes to Sarah and our brief conversation before we left for the Stryker's house.

She wouldn't dare do such a thing, after all she is my sister.

"Now go.’ He dismisses, pulling me out of my thoughts.

It doesn't take me long to scurry out of his vision, albeit I nearly trip in my heels as I make my way up the stairs.

The ringing of the doorbell makes me freeze in place.

Sarah looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I sigh in defeat as I lift myself up off of the barstool in the kitchen.

"Serena, could you get the door please."

My mother asks me from the living room.

Prodding my head in through the entryway, I catch a glimpse of her fluffing the cushions and sitting various decorations straight into place.

The doorbell rings once more and I quickly make my way towards it.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and give myself a very fast and brief pep talk.

door and come face

All three of them.

feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she

mumble back, hugging

up, those same blue eyes greet me;

at Damien only to get a blank

any of them can actually step into the house, my father appears right next to me and places

apologize for what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on

fake smiling as he looks at me and then the rest of

flush bright red in

just let me be in my own mortification without adding even more

smiling encouragingly at

to try my hardest to

let them in and as they do so, Damien catches

nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I know

goes by swiftly and luckily enough

Katelyn are probably worried I'll faint

and only does so when someone

his answers are curt

all around

lunch is over and done with, I stand up to collect the plates as Benedict and

into some other new prototype of something or other he's

be doing the very same thing

my plate and

"You just rest sweetheart"

says as she smiles kindly, following my mother out of

and smiles

leave me: I try to telepathically convey to her but nonetheless

both sit in the dining room in silence for a few

too awkward for

"Wait"

a voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

down and look at him in

there, perfectly poised

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know

could ask you the

say, dodging his

and I try to think of a way out of

could actually pretend

my father a chance to berate me once

"Why?"

again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

best for me’ I say, lying straight through my

I know this whole situation

I know

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as I scrounge

"I-I'm not.I finish lamely.

still looks at me with those

look away, averting my eyes to

I always do when

stands up from his seat and walks closer to

down, his cold fingers press against my chin as he pushes

me.’ He

him dead in the

you want me to

ask as he removes his