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

road, not

a good

slightly frustrates

to my statement he

exactly is going on?"

just make him

my fiancée

He answers simply.

going through with this whole marriage thing.’ Damien takes his eyes off of

please him and then later on we will figure something out" He

out a

way better than what I had thought he

but you will have to be careful with your

I shake my

slightly tilts his head at me, almost in a questioning way

"Neither do I."

and I find

of the drive goes

how to converse with him as it

idly by in so

my best to make small talk here and there but all I get

window, taking in the grassy fields

Damien I feel this

out and ask him if he wants to play ‘I

into my seat and out of the corner

of the drive goes by like that and before I know it, we turn into a very posh looking neighborhood with its huge mansions, neatly trimmed

huge manners until they start to get further

one of their driveways but instead he

moments and

mouth drops open at the sight before me and numerous

the middle of a small clearing with tress

modern mansion of sorts completely made out of glass

off that sort of cold meticulous

smile onto my face as I look at the stone and wooden framework of the house with erected pillars, holding the

can even see a chimney billowing out of

truly never judge a book by

from that quote unfortunately and

"You live here?"

I find myself asking.

cringe at my stupid question and

All that nodding.

in the driveway and

continue to gaze at the house in

something out

there, holding the car door open for me.I smile up at him and thank him as

car— which had followed us— where all

trunk of the car to grab some of my things, however, Damien stops me and instead

"Let yourself in.

grab your stuff? I try to make him let me carry a few things but he still doesn't

giving up, I walk towards the entryway and insert the

makes its way onto my face as I