My Father Brother Novels & Stories

Ten years, and I still flinch not knowing which version of him is about to show up. It wasn’t always like this. Ten years earlier. “Alexandra, I wanna go home,” I whined, dragging my feet as he tossed a football from hand to hand, the late sun turning the grass gold at the edges. “Sasha, chill. I told the new kid I’d meet him here to throw the ball around,” my twin brother said, his brown eyes locked on the field like he was already in the NFL. He sighed, dug in his pocket, and tossed me a granola bar. “Here. Peanut butter. Your favorite.”

“Then if it’s not about Mad. What is it about?” “It’s your brother,” my father said. I sucked in a breath. “Is he okay?”

"Just give me a name, Robert." "Evander Sinclair," Robert stated clearly. The name echoed in the quiet room. I recognized it immediately. Evander Sinclair was a myth in the business world—a brutal, reclusive billionaire who had turned his family's shipping and tech empire into a global superpower before he even turned thirty. My father had spoken of him with immense respect, almost fear.

After the terrible loss of my parents, I was brought back home from Japan by my paternal grandfather and raised by a host of uncles and aunties – all siblings of my parents. Uncle Fred was my paternal relative, younger brother of my father. Near seventy, he still ran his mileage on his bike and maintained a deep interest in all things geomancy and artifacts.

He furrowed his brow as my words had clearly struck a nerve, suddenly he looked me dead in the eyes, “He’s also my father,” My mouth gaped as I stared at him in disbelief, I felt like the air had been knocked from my sails, “Ward. Is you’re. Dad!?” I didn’t mean for it to come out quite as unbelieving as it did but this changed a few things, Groban’s dad was the leader of the brother’s clan.

“My father has three brothers. My father was the youngest in three, there were two elder brothers of Dad. My Dad's family and middle brother’s family lived in Australia, and the oldest brother lived here in the US. Sia continued, “My Dad and Mom died in the car accident, My Mom was died on the spot but there was hope for Dad, he was admitted in the hospital but he knew that he will not gonna live anymore, he told his brother to take care of me and my brother and gave him all the money and property so that me and my brother didn’t lack of anything.” “The Uncle promised him that he will take care of me and my brother, my brother was very small at that time, he didn't talk to anyone.”

Anna asked Brian and he nodded “Thanks!” Damian nodded “Don’t mention it!” Brian replied shortly “So, you don’t want to move back here?” I brought the topic again “I had discussed it with Sandra a couple times, but with Sonia, they don’t want to be apart and their job there and many other things….” Damian tried to explain “Ahhh come on!!! You have Fai, me, and I have a bunch of friends here, job is easy one. Right, Fai?” Brian replied Damian “Yeah! Damian, we’re brothers, say what you want, I’ll help!” I told him

Both men possessed sharp, distinctive features, and it was evident that they shared a resemblance, hinting that they were somewhat related. "Long time no see, brother," the man on the right spoke. My breath caught in my throat, struggling to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Brother? These two were my father's brothers?! What the fuck?! They bore no resemblance to my father, neither in their features nor in their apparent age. "Dante," The name fell off of my dad's lips, his wide eyes betraying a deep recognition that spanned years. "Ah, so you do recognize us," Matteo, the man on the left, chimed in, a note of amusement lacing his words. "Impressive."

I told him " That was nice of him, after all you are his baby brother too. But it's good to let him know my value from time to time." My brother said laughing What an asshole! " Do you know how his parents died?" I asked " Yeah, car accident." He replied chugging a cup of water " Can you tell me about dad?"

He says glaring at Tyson. “Where was I?” he asks but he’s obviously not expecting an answer from us so he starts to stroke his chin. “Oh yeah! I was a explaining why those bastards didn’t pick me for the job.” He finally remembers. “You see, not many people know that your father had brothers, identical looking ones for that matter. We’re triplets and our mother died giving birth to us. It’s kind of a sad story so you have to prepare your mind.” “Was your father a farmer too?” I ask and he smirks.