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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 summit had been a success—too much of a success. The moment I stepped out of the venue, I knew something was off. The air felt heavier. The security detail was on high alert, their eyes scanning the crowd as I moved toward the armored SUV.

A sudden rush. A figure broke through the barricade—too fast for the first guard to react. Before I could process it, a hand grabbed my arm.

"You don't belong here." The voice was low, sharp, and filled with quiet anger.

Instinct took over. I jerked my arm back, stepping away as security tackled him to the ground. In the chaos, I barely caught a glimpse—Nigerian, mid-40s, unarmed. He wasn't an assassin. He was making a statement.

The agents shoved him down, restraining him. The scene was over in seconds, but the message was clear: Not everyone wanted me here.

"Get in the car, now!" One of my guards barked, ushering me inside. I didn't argue.

The first thing I did when I got inside was call Chris.

He answered on the first ring. "What happened?" His voice was sharp, controlled—but I could hear the edge of fury beneath it.

I exhaled, forcing my heartbeat to slow. "It wasn't an assassination attempt. Just… a warning."

Silence. Then, "Tell me exactly what happened."

I gave him the details—how the man had broken through security, the words he had said, and the look in his eyes. It wasn't personal. It was political.

Chris didn't respond immediately. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold. "They think they can intimidate you."

I leaned back against the chair, rubbing my temple. "It's not surprising. Some people don't want me here."

Chris's voice darkened. "Then we make them regret it."

I smirked slightly. "You always go straight to war, don't you?"

His tone didn't change. "You were attacked. That's not something I ignore."

I sighed, shaking my head. "I'm fine, Chris. I can handle this."

"That's not the point." There was a pause. "I'm sending a special team to reinforce your security."

I sat up. "Chris, that's not necessary—"

"It's not up for debate, Skylar." His voice left no room for argument. "I let you fight your battles, but no one lays a hand on you and walks away unscathed."

I exhaled slowly. "I don't need protection. I need results."

"Then get them. And let me handle everything else."

Silence stretched between us. Despite the distance, I could almost picture him—standing in the Oval Office, eyes stormy, mind already calculating his next move.

I smirked slightly. "Fine. But don't start a war over me, Mr. President."

Chris chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "Skylar, I don't start wars."

Chapter 179: A Warning in the Dark