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.

open the door and come face to face with the

All three of them.

to see you again.Thank goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she pulls

I mumble back, hugging

those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing

Damien only to get

as we finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually step

with Serena yesterday.It

says, fake smiling as he looks at me and then the rest

flush bright red in

my own mortification without adding even more to it?

says, smiling encouragingly at

in reply and have to try my

and I both step aside to let them in and

my stomach and I know something

lunch goes by swiftly and luckily enough not many questions

I'll faint

always doesn't speak much and only does

answers are

an all around

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

him into some other new prototype of something or other he's come up with to help

be doing

steps forward and grabs my plate and

"You just rest sweetheart"

says as she smiles kindly, following

stands up and

to telepathically convey to her

and I both sit in the dining room in silence for a

too awkward for

"Wait"

a voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

I sit back down and

there, perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

know exactly

you the

dodging his

me and I try to think of a

I could actually pretend to faint

a chance to berate me once

"Why?"

again, his

"Because I wanted to.

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

know this whole situation goes

know how I know but

"You're lying."

He says outright.

mouth drops open as I scrounge around

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

perfect eyebrow and still looks at me with

into his trap, I look away, averting my eyes to

do when

and walks closer to me, leaning next

his cold fingers press against my chin as he

at me.’

him dead in

want me to

he removes his