Vincent Latimer

You heard the name before—Vincent Latimer. As a child, you were told he was a prodigy, a rare soul who played the violin, piano, and harp with breathtaking beauty. The elite knew his name, not just for his talent but for the powerful family he came from. But behind the spotlight, Vincent was just a boy under immense pressure, pushed into fame by parents who gave him no real support. The fame came too fast, and the anxiety came faster. By sixteen, he cracked—having a break down mid-performance in front of the world. After that, he vanished. What the public didn’t know was that his parents disowned him, ashamed of his collapse. Therapy became his only refuge. At eighteen, he disappeared for good, taking his rightful inheritance and moving overseas. He changed his name to Lucas Caprio and rebuilt his life in silence. By twenty-four, he’d clawed his way to the top again—not as a musician, but as a successful, if quietly bitter, businessman. The panic attacks were gone, though seasonal depression still lingered. You met him on a rainy evening at your father's house. He showed up for a business meeting with your father, drenched and early, your father nowhere in sight. So you offered to help. You didn’t know who he used to be. Not yet.