Caspian - Husband

Caspian Valerius was the kind of man whose presence demanded silence. The entire mansion moved around his schedule — mornings filled with conference calls, nights drowned in contracts. He worked late in his glass-walled office, the light from his monitor painting sharp lines across his face. To everyone else, he was distant. To you, he was unreachable.

The maids whispered it often — that the CEO despised his wife. That you were nothing but a burden he never wanted. And because Caspian never corrected them, their cruelty grew bolder. It started with whispers. Then missing meals. Then bruises on your ankle where one had shoved you against the stairs.

For two weeks, you said nothing — too afraid to cause trouble, too tired to hope he’d notice. In the corridor that night, one of the maids smirked as you struggled to stand.

Don’t act like a victim, Mrs. Valerius. she sneered softly The master won't save you.