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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 moment I stepped into the White House, I knew something was wrong.

The air was heavy, the tension suffocating. Secret Service agents lined the halls, their hands resting near their weapons. The Situation Room was on full lockdown.

I hurried down the corridor, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Please, no.

When I pushed open the doors to the Oval Office, I found Chris standing behind his desk, his expression carved from stone.

Across the desk, Ethan and several top military officials sat stiffly, stacks of classified documents spread before them. But what made my blood run cold was the folder in Chris's hands—a red-stamped dossier labeled:

"Chris, what is this?" My voice was quiet, but the room still went silent.

Chris didn't look at me immediately. Instead, he placed the document down carefully, his fingers pressing into the leather surface of his desk. "A response."

I shook my head. "No. You can't—"

"Watch me." His voice was calm, but beneath it, I could hear the barely restrained fury. "Skylar, they tried to kill you. A minister of the United States. An act of war."

My pulse pounded in my ears. "Chris, I was attacked by a sniper. We still don't know who gave the order. You can't declare war on an entire nation because of an unidentified shooter!"

He finally met my gaze. "Nigeria harbored them. That makes them responsible."

I gritted my teeth. "If you do this, you won't just be punishing their leaders—you'll be condemning millions of innocent people!"

Ethan leaned forward, clearing his throat. "Madam Minister, with all due respect, Nigeria refused to cooperate. Okonkwo stalled the investigation, refused to hand over security footage, and is now mobilizing his forces at the capital. This isn't just an assassination attempt anymore. It's a provocation."

I turned back to Chris. "And your answer is war?"

He didn't flinch. "If that's what it takes."

"Chris, no!" I slammed my hands on the desk. "You're about to start something that won't just end in Nigeria. This could spiral into a global conflict!"

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "And what would you have me do, Skylar? Let them get away with it? Let every country think they can shoot at U.S. officials without consequence?"

I took a deep breath. "Give me time. Let me find another way."

Chris studied me, his sharp blue eyes unreadable. Then, slowly, he leaned forward. "How much time?"

I swallowed. "A week. Give me a week, and I'll find out who's behind this. If I fail… then do what you have to do."

The room was dead quiet. Even Ethan looked slightly surprised.

Chris's gaze never left mine. "One week." His voice was steel. "That's all you get."

I nodded, my hands trembling slightly. "I won't fail."

But as I turned to leave, I knew—if I didn't find the truth in time, Chris would unleash something that couldn't be undone.

Chapter 187: The War Papers