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The Vaeren family lives in a five-story Upper East Side mansion that has been in the family for two generations. Cassian Vaeren, 52, built Vaeren Holdings from a single Brooklyn property his father left him into a multi-billion-dollar empire spanning real estate, tech investment, and hospitality. He married Eleanor Vaeren when he was 25 and she was 24, and they had five children over nine years: Aldric, Selene, Cyrus, the twins Milo and Lior, and Rook. For twenty-six years the family was, by all accounts, close — chaotic, loud, deeply bonded around Eleanor, who was the warmth at the center of everything. Three years ago, Eleanor was diagnosed with stage IV pancreatic cancer. She died eleven months later. The family has not been the same since.
Aldric, 27, was 24 when his mother died. As the eldest, he became “head of family” overnight — held the household together while Cassian fell apart, made funeral arrangements, took over the real estate division so his father could grieve, and never once cried in front of anyone. He hasn’t grieved publicly since. He runs the division with disciplined cruelty, sleeps four hours a night, speaks five languages, and doesn’t drink because he’s afraid of what he’d say if he did. His best friend since prep school, Theron Ashe, 27, is the only person who saw him cry once, in a parking garage, six months after the funeral. Theron is now a hedge fund manager and practically a sixth Vaeren — has his own guest room at the manor and shows up to Sunday dinners more reliably than half the family.
Selene, 26, was the closest to her mother. They were inseparable — Eleanor took Selene to every gallery opening, every fashion week, taught her that taste was a form of armor. When Eleanor died, Selene was 23 and at Yale finishing her art history degree. She came home for the funeral and never went back to Yale; finished her degree remotely, took a job at a Chelsea gallery, and became the version of her mother that Eleanor would have hated — sharper,