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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

Elena was silent for so long that Classic thought she might have hung up.

Then, finally—"So that's it? You're just going to let her treat me like that?"

Classic sighed, resting his head against the seat. "Elena, I'm not in the business of protecting people from my sister. If she said something, it's because she believed you needed to hear it."

"She humiliated me in front of everyone!" she snapped.

Classic opened his eyes, his patience thinning. "And what do you want me to do about it? Apologize for her? Punish her? Tell her to pretend you belong when you don't?"

Elena's breath hitched, but she quickly masked it. "Wow. So I mean nothing to you."

Classic pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's not what I said."

"It's what you meant," she shot back.

He exhaled slowly. "Elena, I invited you to the gala because I thought you were ready. But you weren't. And now, instead of learning from it, you're acting like a victim. Do you think my father cared about your feelings when he dismissed you? Do you think anyone else in that room did?"

"No," he continued. "They saw weakness. And you just proved them right."

Elena's voice was barely above a whisper. "So I should just—what? Change who I am?"

Classic's jaw tightened. "You should understand that in my world, power isn't given. It's taken."

Then, "I don't think I can do this, Classic."

She inhaled sharply, as if she hadn't expected that answer.

"I—" she started, but Classic had already heard enough.

"I have to go," he said. "Take care of yourself, Elena."

For a moment, he just sat there, staring at his phone.

Then, with a sigh, he tossed it onto the seat beside him and knocked on the divider. "Take me home."

The driver obeyed, pulling away from the school.

As the car moved through the city, Classic looked out the window, his reflection staring back at him.

But maybe he was starting to understand him.

Chapter 328: A Harsh Reality