The Man in My Father’s Stories
1058 Words
A Billionaire Royal Romance
Chapter One:
I was sixteen when I first heard his name.
It was an ordinary evening, just another family dinner where my father rambled about work while my mother hummed in response, half-listening. I had no idea that night would change my life—that a simple conversation would ignite something in me that would only grow with time, something forbidden.
The aroma of roasted chicken and garlic mashed potatoes filled the dining room, mingling with the rich scent of my father’s usual red wine. I twirled my fork against my plate absentmindedly, barely interested in their conversation. That was until I heard his name.
“You won’t believe the kind of man I met at the conference today, Clara,” my father said, his deep voice carrying admiration. “Liam Sinclair. Brilliant strategist, billionaire tycoon, and the most disciplined man I’ve ever met. Built Sinclair Enterprises from the ground up before he even turned forty.”
I froze, my fork pausing mid-air.
Liam Sinclair.
Something about the name sounded powerful, commanding, like it belonged to a man who could make or break the world with just a glance.
“Oh?” My mother took a slow sip of wine, unimpressed as usual. “Sounds like an interesting man.”
“He’s not just interesting. He’s extraordinary,” my father continued, his voice thick with respect. “Unlike most billionaires in his league, he’s not just about wealth and power. He carries himself like—like a king. There’s something about him that commands respect. Nobility, but not the arrogant kind. He doesn’t flaunt his riches. If anything, he’s the most controlled man I’ve ever met.”
A king.
I wasn’t sure why, but the way my father spoke about him sent an unexpected thrill down my spine. I’d never seen my father admire someone like this. He was a tough man, one who saw through facades and deception like glass. But tonight, he spoke of Liam Sinclair as if he were royalty.
“Where’s he from?” I asked, unable to stop myself.
My father turned to me, surprised that I was paying attention for once. “Originally from the East. Old money family, but he made his own fortune. He’s got ties to some European royalty, but he doesn’t use that as a crutch. He’s built everything on his own terms.”
Royalty.
The thought sent my mind racing, painting a picture of a man I had never seen but was suddenly desperate to know. I had never met him, but in that moment, I felt like I already had.
That night, as I lay in bed, his name echoed in my head.
Liam Sinclair.
A name that would haunt my dreams for years to come.
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Chapter Two: Meeting the Enigmatic Billionaire
A week passed before I met him in person.
It was just another evening, another dinner, except this time, there was a stranger at our table. And not just any stranger—him.
I wasn’t prepared.
The moment he stepped through our front door, it was as if the entire world stilled.
Liam Sinclair was nothing like I had imagined. He was more.
Tall. Imposing. Powerful.
His broad shoulders filled the space like he owned it, even though he was merely a guest. His tailored black suit clung to his frame in a way that spoke of wealth, but it was effortless, as if luxury was second nature to him. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, but not stiff—natural, as though he had simply run a hand through it before walking in.
Then there were his eyes.
A deep, penetrating blue. Sharp, intelligent, and unreadable.
I had never seen eyes like that before. Eyes that didn’t just look at you—they saw you.
And when they landed on me, I forgot how to breathe.
For a moment, we just stood there, staring at each other.
Then my father broke the silence.
“Liam!” he greeted warmly, shaking the man’s hand. “Finally, you made it.”
Liam’s lips curled slightly into a polite smile. “Henry. It’s good to see you again.”
His voice.
Deep. Smooth. The kind that could command a boardroom and whisper promises in the dark all at once.
“And this must be your daughter,” he said, his gaze flickering back to me.
I swallowed hard, willing myself to act normal.
“This is Isla,” my father introduced proudly. “Sixteen and already outsmarting her teachers. Obsessed with books.”
I wanted to disappear.
I forced a smile, hoping I didn’t look as flustered as I felt. “Hi.”
Liam chuckled. A soft, rich sound that sent a shiver through me.
“Nice to meet you, Isla,” he said.
There was nothing suggestive in his tone, nothing inappropriate in the way he looked at me. But that didn’t stop the heat from creeping up my neck.
He was just being polite. Just another guest at our table.
And yet, something inside me had shifted.
As we sat down for dinner, I barely touched my food, too focused on studying him. The way he carried himself—calm, composed, as if the world itself bent to his presence. The way he spoke—measured, deliberate, like a man who never wasted words.
Every time he smiled, my stomach flipped.
Every time he laughed, I felt it deep in my bones.
I shouldn’t have been staring. I shouldn’t have been thinking about him the way I was.
But I couldn’t stop.
Because for the first time in my life, I had met a man who wasn’t a boy.
And I knew, without a doubt, that I was in trouble.
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Chapter Three: A Dangerous Obsession Begins
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. The way his fingers wrapped around his glass. The way his deep blue eyes flickered with quiet amusement whenever my father spoke. The way his lips curved into that infuriating, effortless smile.
I wanted to know more.
I wanted to know everything.
I didn’t know when it had happened, but something inside me had awakened, something dark and desperate. A craving.
It wasn’t love.
Not yet.
But it was dangerous.
And it had only just begun.
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