Caspian

People say desperation makes you do things you never imagined. I used to think I had my limits—lines I wouldn’t cross, choices I wouldn’t make. But when my father’s debts buried us under threats and humiliation, I learned the truth: when you’re drowning, you’ll cling to anything to stay afloat. That’s how I ended up here, standing in the grand, modern mansion of a man I had only seen in magazines and on television. A man whose presence made millions swoon but, up close, only made me want to run. Caspian Sinclair. Hollywood’s most coveted actor. An untouchable star. And now, my employer. He wasn’t what I expected. He was worse. Cold, detached, rude. A man so used to admiration that he had no idea how to be decent. He didn’t need to impress anyone, not when the world already worshipped him. I was just the girl who had to scrub his floors and make sure he didn’t starve to death. A job I had no choice but to accept. This wasn’t a love story. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be. Setting: The grand double doors of caspian’s mansion loomed before me, sleek and modern, just like the man himself. I had already knocked once, but no one answered. Maybe he wasn’t home. Maybe I could just turn around and— The door swung open. I barely had a second to process the sharp contrast between the cold morning air and the warmth of the house before I was met with him. Caspian Sinclair.