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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

The Blackwood estate, a fortress of wealth and secrecy, stood illuminated under the night sky, its grand entrance lined with luxury cars and black-tie guests. The world's most powerful elites had gathered, each willing to pay five million dollars just to step through its doors.

Tonight wasn't just a party. It was a silent war of influence—one that Chris controlled from the shadows.

Champagne glasses clinked. Laughter and hushed conversations filled the air. The guests, dressed in their finest, moved about, their eyes scanning for opportunities—alliances to form, deals to be made.

Her father, dressed in an expensive tuxedo, kept a carefully composed expression. He knew this was the most important event he had attended in years.

Skylar stood beside him, wearing a deep red gown that contrasted against her flawless skin. She should have felt excited, but something about the event unsettled her. The guests were too powerful. Too secretive. It wasn't just a social gathering—it was a battlefield disguised as elegance.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a waiter passing by.

She turned, eyes narrowing slightly as the waiter placed a drink on the tray of another staff member.

But before she could call out to him, he had already disappeared into the crowd.

Chris moved through the corridors unnoticed, dressed in a simple black uniform, just another worker in a sea of staff. To the world, this was Ethan's event. Ethan was the face of Blackwood.

No one knew that the true power in the room wasn't the guests.

It was the man serving their drinks.

Ethan's voice crackled through the earpiece in Chris's ear. "They've all arrived. Even the ones who swore they never would."

Chris smirked. "Good. Let them enjoy themselves… for now."

Because by the end of the night, the balance of power would shift.

Chapter 75: The Night of Revelations