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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

"Let's go. We're withdrawing all American ministers from Nigeria and shutting down every U.S.-owned company and property in the country."

"Not up for discussion," he cut in. His tone was final, his gaze unwavering. "If Okonkwo thinks he can play games, I'll remind him exactly what happens when you challenge the United States."

I felt the room spin slightly. This wasn't just retaliation. This was economic warfare.

I took a breath. "Chris, do you realize what this means? You're about to cripple Nigeria's economy. Hundreds of businesses, thousands of jobs—gone. Overnight."

Chris's jaw tightened. "They had a chance to protect you. They failed. Now, they'll understand the cost of that failure."

I knew better than to argue when Chris was like this, but the weight of his decision pressed against my chest.

I swallowed. "And what about the ministers? The diplomats? Pulling them out signals the end of formal relations."

Chris didn't blink. "Good. Let Okonkwo feel what isolation looks like."

My heart pounded. "Chris, this is too fast. Too extreme. Give Okonkwo a chance to fix this."

Chris exhaled sharply and took a step closer. "Skylar, I don't play defense. I don't wait for people to 'fix' things. I take control."

I held his gaze. "Then let me handle it. Give me 48 hours. If nothing changes, then do whatever you want."

Chris studied me. The silence stretched, tense and heavy. Finally, he gave a slow nod. "Fine. 48 hours."

I exhaled, barely concealing my relief. "Thank you."

But I knew—if I failed, Chris wouldn't hold back.

And Nigeria wouldn't survive what came next.

48 Hours Later – Presidential Villa, Abuja

I stood in President Okonkwo's office, hands clenched at my sides.

"Mr. President, I don't think you understand what's at stake."

Okonkwo leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable. "Oh, I understand just fine. Your president is trying to bully us."

I swallowed my frustration. "He's responding to an attack on his minister."

Okonkwo exhaled. "And you believe shutting down our economy is a reasonable response?"

I met his gaze. "Chris doesn't make empty threats."

The Nigerian leader studied me for a long moment, then chuckled bitterly. "I underestimated him."

Finally, Okonkwo spoke again, voice quieter. "Tell him I'll handle it."

Relief flooded me. "You have 24 hours."

The White House – Situation Room (Chris's POV)

The screen in front of me showed live feeds from U.S. intelligence sources in Nigeria—government buildings, American embassies, corporate headquarters. Everything Skylar fought for.

Ethan stood beside me. "Skylar called. Okonkwo caved. He's personally ensuring her safety."

I nodded but didn't relax. "I want proof."

Ethan smirked. "Always two steps ahead."

I turned to one of my generals. "Keep the shutdown orders ready. If Okonkwo slips, we press the button."

He saluted. "Understood, Mr. President."

Ethan crossed his arms. "So… you're giving Skylar her win?"

But in my mind, one thought remained—this wasn't over.

Next time, he might not get the chance.

Chapter 184: The First Strike