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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 remained silent for a moment, his mind already piecing together possibilities. He had anticipated resistance, but whatever this was—it had been timed to perfection.

"Details. Now." His voice was sharp as he spoke into the earpiece.

Ethan's response came fast. "We intercepted chatter. The opposition's backers are making a last-minute play to discredit you. Something big is about to drop in the media."

Chris's jaw clenched. "Smear campaign?"

"Worse. They're claiming they have evidence tying you to illegal dealings—money laundering, backdoor negotiations, foreign interference. They're pushing for an immediate investigation to derail the election results before the final votes are counted."

Chris exhaled slowly, his gaze darkening. "And the source?"

"One of our former insiders. Someone flipped." Ethan's voice was laced with frustration. "It's already hitting major networks. The goal is simple—cast doubt before the votes are finalized. If enough officials hesitate, they can delay results… or worse, force a recount under their terms."

Chris leaned back in his seat, his fingers tapping against his knee. They were trying to play him at his own game. Smart. But not smart enough.

"How much time before the narrative solidifies?" he asked.

"Less than an hour. The media is eating it up. If we don't counter now, the damage could be lasting."

He reached for his phone, dialing a secure line. The call connected instantly.

"Release the contingency file," Chris ordered.

On the other end, a calm voice responded. "Understood. Executing now."

Ethan, listening in, raised an eyebrow. "What exactly did you prepare?"

Chris glanced out the tinted window, watching as his convoy neared the voting center. His expression remained unreadable.

Across every major news network, breaking headlines flooded the screens—not about Chris, but about his opponent.

LEAKED DOCUMENTS EXPOSE MASSIVE ELECTION FRAUD—OPPOSITION CAUGHT IN SECRET DEALINGS

Chris's campaign had held onto this information for weeks, waiting for the right moment. Now, as the opposition scrambled to control the fallout, the smear attempt against him collapsed under the weight of an even bigger scandal.

Ethan let out a low whistle as he watched the reports flood in. "You really don't play fair, do you?"

Chris adjusted his cufflinks. "Fair is for men who lose."

Chris stepped out of the SUV, greeted by a swarm of cameras, reporters, and a divided crowd. Some cheered, some booed. None of it mattered. The battle wasn't fought here—it was already won behind the scenes.

As he walked inside to cast his vote, Ethan's voice came through the earpiece once more.

"Chris, the numbers are solidifying. Even with their last move, they can't stop this. You're about to become the next president."

Chapter 109: The Final Challenge