In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

The both of us trudge down the garden in silence as I gaze at his back.

Why would he come so soon? I expect he has more important work to do than to help me to move in with.

Just the thought of moving in with him leaves me slightly weary.

I barely know the guy.

Anything can happen.

And that's what I'm worried about but who wouldn't be? "Why did you come so soon?"

I find myself asking, "Not that I didn't want you to but I gather you have more important things to do."

I finish somewhat lamely.

Damien glances over his shoulder to look at me.

"I perceived you would rather I make this happen as soon as possible."

With that he turns around and fastens his pace.

Damien is sort of right about that.

There's this one part of me, that actually wants to go with him, to leave this place- more in particular, my fathers ever so watchful eye— and for all this to be just over and done with.

The other part of me, wants to stay here and wallow in my memories of what could have been.

I mean nearly everyone feels the same, don't they? I nod my head and go to thank him but just at that moment, he opens the door and enters into the house through the kitchens back door.My eyes immediately dart to my family standing in the middle and not even a moment later is my mother pulling me into her, hugging the life out of me.

Even Sarah joins in the hug while my mother coos various things in my ear.

However my father stands there rigidly, barely glancing at me.

By the time we all pull away, Damien has gone out to the front of the house.

Following behind him into the living room, I notice two people carrying the boxes from my bedroom and out of the house.

I peak my head out the front door only to see a black car standing right next to Damien's car where he himself is, tapping away on his phone.

Noticing me, he puts his phone away and comes over to me, where I stand in the entry way to talk to my father about certain things.

Once again, I say my goodbyes with plentiful of hugs from my mother and sister.

I turn to my father, not too sure on what to do however he answers for me by walking away.

My face falls at his actions but I quickly plaster on a fake smile.

Turning to Damien, I brighten my smile up a notch since I have a feeling he usually sees through all these little occurrences.

I'm apparently correct as Damien quickly scans my face but thankfully he doesn't say anything regarding it.

Finishing my final goodbyes, I soon find myself sitting in Damien's car as a lapse of silence greets us.

He's always so quiet.

"Thank you."

say as the silence gets too much

remain on the road, not even

good

slightly frustrates

statement he nods but doesn't say

is

to just make him

you are my fiancée

He answers simply.

as I look at him, "So we're going through with this whole marriage thing.’ Damien takes his eyes off of the road and

your father.We will act like we're together to please him and then later on we will

out a

better than what I

to be careful with your relationships so no one too important finds out.’ As he says this

shake

really date.’ Damien slightly tilts his head at me, almost in a questioning

"Neither do I."

reason makes me smile and I find myself biting my lip so as to not

of the drive goes on without much

converse with him as it might take a good hours drive to

can't sit idly by in so much

my best to make small talk here and there but

in the

to Damien I feel this sudden urge

childishness wants to come out and ask him if he wants to play ‘I Spy’ but I refrain

my seat and out of the corner of my eyes,

I know it, we turn into a very posh looking neighborhood with its huge mansions, neatly trimmed gardens and expensive

pass all those huge manners until they start to

expecting Damien to turn into one of their driveways but instead

few more moments and then I slowly start to see where

before me and numerous times I glance at

middle of a small clearing with tress

mansion of sorts completely made out of glass and

does give off that sort of cold meticulous

brings a smile onto my face as I look at the stone and wooden

a chimney

should truly never judge a book by

from that quote unfortunately and continue to make

"You live here?"

I find myself asking.

nearly cringe at my stupid question and just smile as he nods

All that nodding.

the car in the driveway and opens his

continue to gaze at the house

like something out

open for me.I smile up

head to the other car— which had followed us— where

to grab some of my things, however, Damien stops

"Let yourself in.

carry a few things but he still doesn't let me and motions me towards the

towards the entryway and insert the

onto my face as I take