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At university, Chris is just another student—quiet, reserved, and seemingly ordinary. But behind the scenes, he’s the heir to a hidden fortune, a secret he guards fiercely.

Then there’s Skylar—a girl born into wealth, now watching her privileged world crumble as her family faces financial ruin. When she crosses paths with Chris, an unexpected connection sparks between them.

Skylar falls for him, believing he’s just a regular guy. But when her family pressures her to seek a richer suitor, Chris finds himself at a crossroads—should he reveal his true identity to fight for their love, or let her go to protect his secret?

In a world where love and wealth collide, can their relationship survive the truth?

Masked Affluence

Chris tapped his fingers against the polished mahogany desk, his gaze fixed on the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of his mansion. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall.

Ethan stood across from him, patient as always, his posture relaxed yet alert. He knew Chris was planning something, and when Chris was in this state—calm, calculated—it only meant one thing: someone was about to lose everything.

And tonight, that someone was Damian Kingsley.

Chris exhaled slowly, his voice smooth but laced with finality.

Ethan barely blinked. "Everything they own?"

Chris's lips curved into a smirk. "Everything. Their company, their estates, their luxury—cars, yachts, private jets. I want it all."

Ethan's amusement flickered in his eyes. "Their stock value is already crumbling. A little pressure, and they won't even have the chance to fight back."

Chris nodded. "Then apply that pressure."

Ethan inclined his head slightly. "And the final blow?"

Chris's smirk didn't fade. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the desk rhythmically. "Let them know it's Blackwood."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "So, you want them to believe it was my doing?"

Chris's expression remained unreadable. "Blackwood has the power. Blackwood has the reach. If the Kingsleys need a name to blame, give them yours."

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "You really do enjoy watching them squirm, don't you?"

Chris shrugged. "I enjoy watching arrogant fools learn their place."

Ethan smirked. "And your identity?"

Chris's eyes darkened, the smirk vanishing. "Remains hidden."

Ethan let out a low whistle. "So, when everything is taken from them, when Damian is left with nothing, he'll believe it was Blackwood that ruined him."

Chris nodded once. "He'll know the name of the hand that crushed him. But he'll never know whose hand it really was."

Ethan's smirk widened. "Consider it done."

As Ethan turned to leave, Chris glanced out at the city again, watching as the lights of the Kingsley Tower glowed in the distance. It wouldn't be standing for long.

By the time he was done, Damian Kingsley wouldn't just lose

his company. He would lose his entire world.

Chapter 23: The Fall of the Kingsleys