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

All three of them.

you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she pulls

I mumble back, hugging

eyes greet me; Distanced

timidly at Damien only to get a blank

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

happened with Serena yesterday.It is

says, fake smiling as he looks at me and then

flush bright red

just let me be in my own mortification without adding even more to it? "Think nothing

smiling encouragingly at

in reply and have to try my hardest

step aside to let them in and as they do so, Damien

erupts within my stomach and

by swiftly and luckily enough not many

and Katelyn are probably worried I'll

speak much and only does so when

his answers are curt and

an all

and done with, I stand up to collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head

coerce 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 the other dishes from my

"You just rest sweetheart"

following my mother out

up and smiles encouragingly at

leave me: I try to telepathically

sit in the dining room in

awkward for

"Wait"

a voice, cutting through the

"Sit"

He commands.

I sit back down and look at him

poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know

could ask you

dodging

fills me and I try to think of a way out

I could actually pretend to faint this

would give my father a chance to berate me

"Why?"

asks again, his narrowing

"Because I wanted to.

what's best for me’ I

think that but I know this whole

don't know how I know but I

"You're lying."

He says outright.

mouth drops open as I scrounge around

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

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

trap, I look away, averting

do when I get

up from his seat and walks closer to me, leaning

cold fingers press against my

at me.’ He

I look him

do you want me to

ask as he removes his hand from