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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 private jet touched down smoothly on the royal airstrip in Riyadh. Outside the window, a convoy of luxury SUVs waited under the blazing desert sun. Security personnel stood in formation, their movements precise, disciplined.

I stepped out, adjusting my cufflinks as Ethan flanked my side. The warm breeze carried the scent of spices and sand, but my focus remained ahead—where King Salman Al-Faisal stood, waiting to greet me.

"Your Majesty," I greeted, extending my hand.

The King, dressed in a traditional white thobe with a gold-trimmed bisht, grasped it firmly. "President Blackwood," he said with a knowing smile. "Or should I say, Emperor?"

A smirk tugged at my lips. "I hear both these days."

The King chuckled, nodding toward the convoy. "Come. We have much to discuss."

The palace was a masterpiece—ornate marble halls, golden chandeliers, and silk tapestries woven with centuries of history. The meeting took place in a private chamber, away from the eyes of the press.

Prince Khalid, the King's eldest son, sat beside his father. His sister, Princess Amal Al-Faisal, sat with regal poise across from me. She was the reason for this visit.

"You've expressed interest in an alliance," the King began. "A marriage between our families would unite two of the most powerful empires in the world."

Ethan set a folder before me, filled with intelligence reports, financial projections, and potential strategic advantages. I didn't need to read it. I already knew the answer.

"Classic hasn't agreed yet," I admitted.

The King stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Then convince him. Or let me."

Prince Khalid leaned forward. "My sister is not just any princess, President Blackwood. She is royalty of the highest standing. If your son refuses, it would be an insult to our house."

"And you don't take insults lightly," I mused.

"Not at all." The Prince's eyes gleamed with warning.

Amal remained silent, watching the exchange with sharp intelligence. She knew she was being negotiated like a chess piece, but she didn't object.

"I will handle my son," I assured them.

The King studied me for a long moment, then nodded. "Good. Because if this alliance does not happen, then our future as allies will be… uncertain."

I smiled. "Then I suppose failure is not an option."

Chapter 355: The Saudi Visit