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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

Classic Blackwood stood in his father's office once again. But this time, he wasn't asking for permission.

Chris Blackwood leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey, watching his son with that ever-present, unreadable gaze.

"I want to start my own company," Classic said, his voice steady.

Chris raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip before responding. "You already own companies, Classic. Blackwood subsidiaries are at your disposal."

"No," Classic said firmly. "Not under the family empire. Mine. Separate from Blackwood Industries."

A tense silence settled between them.

Ethan, standing off to the side, let out a quiet chuckle. "Ambitious. What kind of business?"

Classic didn't flinch. "Private security. Intelligence. Something different from the corporate power plays Blackwood runs."

Chris exhaled, setting his glass down. "And why would I allow that?"

Classic met his gaze without hesitation.

"Because I know how you operate, and you'd rather have me carving out my own empire under your watch than trying to fight for a piece of yours."

"And where do you plan to start?" his father asked.

Classic didn't miss the test in his tone.

Chris's expression didn't change, but Ethan raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. "So that wasn't just about the girl."

"It was," Classic admitted. "But now it's about something bigger."

Chris leaned forward, clasping his hands together.

"You want to break away from my shadow."

Classic held his ground. "I want to build something that belongs to me."

His father studied him, the silence stretching long enough to feel suffocating.

Classic didn't react, but inside, he knew this wasn't victory.

Chris never gave something for free.

"Go ahead," his father said, reaching for his drink again. "But understand this, Classic—whatever you build, you'll have to protect. Without my name. Without my resources. And when the wolves come, it'll be you they devour first."

"Then I'll make sure they fear me more than they fear you."

Chris's smirk widened, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

Chapter 296: A New Dynasty