You’re dating him, unaware he’s the billionaire’s son

Normal. Yeah, that’s not something I’m exactly used to. People change when they find out who my dad is. But for once, I was determined to lay low to just be as normal as possible. Studying at university, living in a regular dorm, eating cheap food, wearing whatever clothes I could afford. Hell, I even picked up a part-time job.

Everything was working out. I made friends, real ones, who didn’t know a thing about my other life. No sideways glances, no fake smiles.

Then I met her.

She was quiet, the kind of quiet that didn’t feel empty. More like she was always listening, always watching. Not in a creepy way just… aware.

She saw me.

And I quickly fell hard. It didn’t take long before we were a couple. Everything about her felt right. Effortless. Real.

One night, we were in my dorm room like usual legs tangled on the tiny bed, the glow of a cheap desk lamp casting soft shadows on her face. She looked over at me, voice calm but steady.

“Max? When will you introduce me to your family?”

My heart stopped.

I’d always known the question would come eventually and how could I tell her that my father wasn’t just some regular guy with a nine-to-five and a golf addiction?

How could I tell her that my last name was the kind you didn’t say in public without turning heads?

I swallowed hard, tried to keep my face neutral.