The countdown had begun. Weeks remained until the election, and Chris's campaign was in full motion. The media was flooded with discussions about his unexpected rise in politics. Some called him a genius, a visionary. Others questioned his motives, claiming that a man with his wealth couldn't possibly understand the struggles of the people.
Chris sat in his office, reviewing reports with Ethan and his team. His campaign strategists, media experts, and political advisors filled the room.
"Poll numbers are in," Ethan began, handing Chris a file. "Your approval ratings are rising. People see you as a strong alternative to the current administration, but the opposition is pushing hard against you."
Chris skimmed through the numbers. His influence had already secured him a powerful position, but he knew this wasn't just about wealth or power—it was about control. If he wanted to win, he had to be more than just the richest man in the country. He had to be the leader people believed in.
"What about the media?" Chris asked, glancing at one of his advisors.
"The mainstream networks are divided," the advisor replied. "Some are supporting you, others are questioning your sudden political ambitions. They're digging into your past, trying to find anything they can use against you."
Chris smirked. "Let them dig. They won't find anything that matters."
Ethan leaned forward. "We should host another rally. A big one. Something that makes it clear you're not just another billionaire trying to buy power."
Chris nodded. "Set it up. Make it the biggest event this country has ever seen."
His campaign team immediately got to work.
But as they planned, Chris's mind drifted—back to Skylar.
It had been weeks since their last conversation. Since she walked away.
She hadn't called. And he hadn't reached out either.
But he knew—sooner or later—he would have to face her again.
And this time, there would be no more secrets.