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

I mumble back, hugging

eyes greet

smile timidly at Damien only to get a blank

them as we finish greeting one another.Before any of them can actually step into the house, my father appears right next to me

what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on the whole family's

smiling as he looks at me and then the

red

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

smiling

have to try my hardest to

in and as

at him, a nagging feeling erupts within my stomach and I know something

enough not

worried I'll faint

much and only does so when

usual his answers

all around

up to collect the plates as

other new prototype of something or other he's come up with to help the

to think I'll be doing the very

and grabs my plate and the other

"You just rest sweetheart"

kindly, following

too stands up and

telepathically convey to her but nonetheless she

I both sit in the dining room in

awkward

"Wait"

voice, cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

mechanically, I sit back down and look at him in

perfectly poised while looking

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

I know

could ask you the same

dodging his own

fills me and I try to think of a way out of

actually pretend

a chance

"Why?"

asks again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

what's best for me’ I say, lying straight through my

but I know

don't know how I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

as I scrounge

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

raises a perfect eyebrow and still looks at me with those emotionless eyes.Goading me to say

his trap, I look away,

do

from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning

his cold fingers press against my chin as he pushes my

at me.’ He

I look him dead in the

want me

ask as he removes his