In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V

I toss and turn in bed countless amount of times, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but I'm still not satisfied.

I let out a groan, finally giving up with trying to sleep.

I know it's because of my nagging thoughts that are contributing to my lack of sleep, more than anything else.

My mind flashes back to day before yesterday, when the Stryker's had come over.

I remember how I was rooted in place due to shock but as soon as I could get my legs moving, I had.

Entering into the living room, I was severely disappointed to find out that Damien had left.

He apparently had some important, unattended business he had to get too.

Just that had made my nerves spike up but luckily no one had said anything.

Not even that night or the one after did my father say anything derogatory to me.

Instead he let me be and hadn't uttered a word.

However that just makes me even more worried.

I adjust my pillow, as I sink down into its softness, trying to find some sort of comfort.What if Dad is just doing this so that I lower my guard? I keep telling myself that I'm being absurd and over thinking everything but I can't help it.

Any one of the Stryker's can be downstairs right now, complaining about what I said the other day.

How I tattled like a small little girl.

One side of me- probably the much wiser one— is scared to the core thinking that Damien will tell his parents who in turn will tell mine and stir up even more trouble for me, while the other part- the one that doesn't listen to her brain much— completely trusts the man she's only talked to once.

Most of that conversation was one sided.

Finally giving up on my much awaited sleep, I sit up in bed and let out a low agonising groan.

Why do I have to lose precious sleep over such troubling thoughts? Why can't I just not care about my future and let it lead me blindly while I somehow manage to stumble and stagger along.

Doing the exact same thing- stumbling and staggering might I add- I head to the bathroom and turn the tap on, splashing water onto my face.

Maybe a shower will help me brighten up? Though I highly doubt so.

By the time I walk down to the kitchen, breakfast is being served and father is sitting in his usual seat, reading the stock market section of the newspaper.

"Morning."

I mumble as I trudge to my own designated area.

As every morning goes, I only get a chirpy ‘Morning’ from my mother while my father ignores my existence.

It's such a nice thought that I'm going to be the one saving his name and bringing it into a new light by not only taking over the company but also marrying someone like the Stryker's.

It's nice to be appreciated sometimes.

I mentally snort at my own thoughts but calm myself down at the sight of my full breakfast fry up.

Thanking my mum, it doesn't take me long to devour all my food.

I'm a ravenous mess but that fact never changes.

By the time I'm done and sipping on my coffee, my father puts his newspaper down and looks me dead in the eyes.

"Meet me in the study.We need to talk."

it feel like I'm

I stand up and follow my father out of

I leave the room, I catch my mothers eye only to see her

least it's good

can be, coming

the familiar room, I scan my surroundings as I always do

Everything looks the same.

its wooden paneled walls and

filled with various

cherry wood desk lies right in the middle with papers scattering the

one of the stiff uncomfortable seats as my father takes his place in

as it always does when my father and I are

have talked to the

My father says.

though I

"And?"

I question, acting oblivious.

father pauses as he assesses my

Dad finds what he needs

brought to my attention that the wedding shouldn't go as planned’ I am going to murder Damien Stryker in cold blood! How

"Vivian!"

He calls.

head, I

"Yes father?"

to say in the most pleasant tone I can

to extend

as long as it takes so you both can get to know each other: I can immediately tell my father

what exactly does

I can

me like I

means that although you won't be getting married so soon, you too will

Wouldn't I just get on his nerves? I'd never

"By substantial you mean?"

entails and

in with Damien as soon

maybe in a matter

I'd advice you to go and pack

open as I try to process all

house Though I find myself nodding, and before I know it, I'm

to fade, shining it's rays as they slowly start

can't believe I

try not to think of the imminent situation that

whisk me away.However from the little interaction I've had with him, I know that he isn't the sort of man to let things lie idle

of my room and then out of the confines of my

lead me to the back

flora, I relax as I

of all the memories I have here makes me feel

natural right? Everyone feels sentimental when they have to

I need

the memories from entering into my

eyed and

look like an emotional

memories are of how my father and I used to come here every single day

so desolate and

on one of her little tiffs, my father used to pick me up in his arms and run to

to be our

angry but she was going through her ‘hormonal teenager’ phase and acted as if everything meant nothing