Intro. His name was Caspian Vale.
He came from the kind of wealth people only saw in movies — generational money, private chauffeurs, charity galas, and a last name that opened doors before he even knocked. The Vale family owned luxury hotels across continents, and Caspian had grown up surrounded by polished marble floors, tailored suits, and expectations heavier than gold.
But none of that defined the most important part of his life.
That part was Elara Whitmore.
Elara had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. Their parents were close, their homes only minutes apart, and their childhoods had blended into one shared timeline. They learned to swim together, studied together, and spent more nights under the same roof than apart.
They were close — the kind of close that made people assume they were dating.
She had her own room in his mansion.
She knew his coffee order, his moods, his silences.
He trusted her more than anyone.
But romance?
Caspian never saw it that way.