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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 tension in the room was thick, the kind that didn't need words to be felt. Volkov and Chris sat across from each other like two apex predators, both aware that this wasn't just a diplomatic meeting—it was a battle for control.

Volkov leaned back in his chair, studying Chris with the sharp eyes of a man who had spent his life navigating power struggles. "Tell me, Blackwood," he said, his voice slow and deliberate. "Did you come here to negotiate?"

Chris smirked, resting an elbow on the armrest, his fingers lightly tapping against the polished wood. "No."

A flicker of amusement crossed Volkov's face, but his gaze hardened. "Then what do you want?"

Chris exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "A new order. One where men like us don't play by outdated rules."

Volkov narrowed his eyes. "You've already rewritten the rules by taking Nigeria. The world is watching, waiting to see if you overreach."

Chris chuckled. "Overreach? I haven't even started."

Petrov shifted uncomfortably beside Volkov, but the Russian president remained composed. "You came here for something, Blackwood. Speak plainly."

Chris leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering just enough to make every word feel heavier. "Russia has a choice. You can recognize what I've built and work with me… or you can stand in my way and watch what happens to those who do."

Volkov studied him for a long moment before letting out a slow breath. "You remind me of men from another era. The kind who didn't ask for power—they took it."

Chris smirked. "That's because power isn't given. It's seized."

Volkov's lips curled slightly, the shadow of a grin. "And what do you expect from me?"

Chris's gaze didn't waver. "Loyalty. Resources. Influence." He leaned back, letting the weight of his next words settle in the room. "I don't need Russia to kneel—I need it to recognize where the future is headed. Align with me now, and you'll share in what comes next."

Volkov exhaled, tapping a finger against his desk. "And if I refuse?"

Chris smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "Then you'll be part of the past I erase."

Ethan remained silent, watching as the two men measured each other. This was no longer just a discussion. It was a shift in global power, unfolding in real time.

After a long pause, the Russian leader finally gave a small nod. "I'll consider your proposal."

Because they both knew—Chris Blackwood never made offers twice.

Chapter 209: Blackwood’s Terms