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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

Buckingham Palace – London, England

The gates of Buckingham Palace opened as Christopher Blackwood's presidential convoy entered, escorted by a fleet of black SUVs and heavily armed security personnel. British guards stood at attention, their uniforms crisp, their movements precise.

Inside, the King of England awaited him.

As Chris stepped out of the car, the air was heavy with expectation. This wasn't just a diplomatic visit. It was a meeting between two powerhouses—one who ruled by tradition, and one who had seized power with calculated precision.

Ethan walked beside Chris, whispering, "You sure about this? Royals aren't exactly fans of your 'aggressive' policies."

Chris smirked. "That's exactly why we're here."

The grand chamber was silent, save for the soft echo of footsteps as Chris entered. The King of England sat at the far end, dressed in a tailored royal suit, his piercing gaze fixed on the man before him.

Chris bowed his head slightly—not out of submission, but as a gesture of calculated respect.

The King studied him. "Mr. President."

Chris met his gaze. "Your Majesty."

The King's expression remained unreadable. "You've shaken the world, Blackwood. Your rise to power has been… extraordinary."

Chris smiled, unapologetic. "Power is never given, Your Majesty. It's taken."

The King's lips curled slightly. "A dangerous philosophy."

Chris stepped forward. "A necessary one."

There was a pause. Then, the King sighed, gesturing for Chris to sit.

"Tell me, Mr. Blackwood—" the King leaned in, his voice lower, more calculating. "What exactly do you want from the Crown?"

Chris smirked. "A new world order."

The King's fingers tapped against his armrest. "And what makes you think the Crown will align with you?"

Chris's gaze darkened. "Because soon, you won't have a choice."

The King exhaled slowly, nodding to his advisors. They left the room, closing the doors behind them.

The real conversation was about to begin.

Chapter 138: The Crown and the President