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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 night air in Abuja was thick with heat, but my skin was ice-cold.

I had just stepped out of the government building, my security detail flanking me, when it happened.

A bullet tore past me, so close I felt the wind cut against my cheek. My body reacted before my mind could catch up—I dropped to the ground as my guards rushed to shield me.

The street erupted into chaos. My security detail dragged me behind a nearby SUV, their weapons drawn. Shouts filled the air, sirens in the distance.

I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, my heart hammering. The shot had barely missed. Someone had just tried to kill me.

One of my guards barked into his radio. "Sniper! Find the shooter—now!"

I forced myself to breathe. Focus. Stay calm. But my body was still in shock, my mind replaying that single moment when death had almost reached me.

One of my guards knelt beside me. "Madam Minister, are you hurt?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, I—I'm fine."

He didn't look convinced, but his radio crackled before he could say anything else. "Shooter is gone! No visuals!"

This wasn't a random attack. This was a message.

And I knew exactly who I needed to call.

The White House – Oval Office (Chris's POV)

The moment my phone rang, I knew something was wrong.

Her voice was steady, but I could hear the tension beneath it. "Chris… someone tried to shoot me."

A cold rage settled in my chest. "Are you hurt?"

"No. The shot missed. But barely."

I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly. "Who did it?"

"We don't know yet. The shooter disappeared before my team could track them."

I stood, jaw tightening. "You're coming home. Now."

"I said now, Skylar. That's not up for debate."

I hung up and turned to Ethan, who had been listening. His expression was unreadable, but his voice was sharp. "This was a warning."

I nodded. "And now, I'm sending one back."

I grabbed the secure line and dialed my military chief.

"Put all U.S. forces in Nigeria on high alert. Send a message to Okonkwo—he has 12 hours to find the shooter, or I'll do it myself."

The general's voice was firm. "Understood, Mr. President."

Ethan crossed his arms. "And if Okonkwo doesn't comply?"

I met his gaze. "Then we remind him what happens when you target someone under my protection."

This wasn't just about politics anymore.

Chapter 185: A Warning in Blood