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.

come

All three of them.

again.Thank goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as

mumble back, hugging

those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing as

smile timidly at Damien only to get

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

for what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment

he looks at me and then the rest of

red

my own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think nothing of

says, smiling encouragingly

reply and have to try my hardest to maintain

in

a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I know something

and luckily enough not many questions are

worried I'll faint on them once

and only does so when someone

usual his answers

all around

done with, I stand up to collect

into some other new prototype of something

be doing

grabs my plate and the other dishes from

"You just rest sweetheart"

as she smiles kindly, following my

up and smiles encouragingly

try to telepathically

and I both sit in the dining room in silence for a few seconds until

awkward for

"Wait"

a voice, cutting

"Sit"

He commands.

sit back down and look

there, perfectly poised while looking

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

know exactly

could ask you the

dodging

to think of

could actually pretend to

give my father a chance to berate

"Why?"

asks again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

father knows what's best for me’ I say,

father may think that but I know this whole

I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

drops open as I scrounge around

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

looks at me

trap, I look away, averting

always do when I get

from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning next to the

down, his cold fingers press against my chin as

at me.’

him dead

you want me

he removes his hand from