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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 towering gates of Blackwood Castle opened slowly, their sheer size a testament to the power they guarded within. Soldiers in black and gold uniforms lined the entrance, their stance unwavering as the Saudi royal convoy rolled through.

From the balcony above, I watched as the King's personal limousine came to a halt in the grand courtyard. Behind it, a fleet of armored vehicles followed, each carrying members of his security and close advisors.

Ethan stood at my side, eyes sharp. "They came prepared."

At my signal, Cole and a unit of my elite guards descended the grand staircase, their movements precise as they opened the limousine doors.

King Salman stepped out first, regal and composed, followed by Prince Khalid. Princess Amal emerged last, her expression unreadable, though I caught the way her gaze swept across the castle's grandeur.

Not out of disrespect, but to remind them of one thing—this was my empire. They were standing in my domain.

Then, with calculated ease, I descended the steps, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, my presence commanding.

"Welcome to Blackwood Castle," I said smoothly, extending a hand to the King.

He took it firmly. "A fortress fit for a ruler."

As we moved inside, the grand halls stretched endlessly, adorned with centuries of history and wealth. Massive chandeliers hung above, casting golden light across the marble floors. Guards stationed at every corridor stood at attention, ensuring absolute security.

The Saudis were impressed—but they wouldn't admit it.

In the main reception hall, a long table had been prepared with refreshments. As we took our seats, the negotiations resumed—not with words, but with the unspoken battle of dominance.

Khalid leaned back, studying the intricate designs of the walls. "Your castle is a statement."

King Salman took a sip of his tea before looking at me directly. "Tell me, Chris… do you believe your son will accept?"

I set my glass down, fingers steepled. "Classic will make his decision. But as I told you before—if he refuses, I have a daughter."

Princess Amal shifted slightly at that, though she remained quiet.

King Salman nodded. "Then let us discuss both possibilities in detail."

And just like that, the true game began.

Chapter 357: “The Visit to My Grand Castle”