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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

Ethan had been watching from a distance.

The moment Chris said, "You don't belong here," the room shifted.

It was subtle—a change in energy, a silent agreement.

Chris Blackwood had just made his judgment. And in this world, his word was final.

Ethan adjusted his suit and stepped forward, approaching the Blackwood table with slow, measured steps.

Elena was trying to mask her reaction, but Ethan saw it—the slight panic in her eyes, the way her hands clenched just a little too tightly. She knew something had gone wrong, but she didn't understand how badly.

Chris didn't even glance at Ethan as he arrived. That was the signal.

Without hesitation, Ethan pulled out the chair beside Elena and sat down.

"Miss Carter," he greeted smoothly, his voice unreadable.

Elena forced a small smile. "Mr. Hayes."

Elena's expression faltered slightly. She wasn't stupid. She knew what this was.

Chris finally looked at her again, tilting his head slightly. "Before we continue, tell me, Elena—what do you think is inside that folder?"

Chris smirked slightly. "Try again."

Elena swallowed. "Information. About me."

Chris leaned back. "Not just about you."

Ethan finally spoke. "About your family. Your finances. Your connections. And most importantly—" he tapped the folder lightly, "your weaknesses."

Classic's jaw tightened beside her, but he said nothing. This wasn't his fight anymore.

Chris exhaled slowly. "You came into this room thinking you were just meeting people. But you didn't realize… you were being measured. Tested. And unfortunately, Elena—" he paused, letting his next words sink like a blade, "you came up short."

Elena's fingers curled against the table. "With all due respect, Mr. Blackwood, I don't see why—"

Ethan cut in, his voice like ice. "Then you're blind."

Chris gave a small, almost disappointed smile. "You should leave now, Miss Carter."

Elena's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to argue—but she didn't.

Without another word, she stood up.

Classic remained seated, his expression unreadable. But Ethan knew him well enough to see the tension beneath the surface.

Elena turned, walking away from the table.

As soon as she stepped out of the inner circle, the room shifted again. Conversations resumed. The gala continued. As if she had never even been there.

Another name added to the list of people who weren't strong enough.

And another lesson for Classic to learn.

In the world of Blackwoods, weakness wasn't tolerated.

Chapter 325: The Executioner Arrives