Classicprincecj

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 cheers, the flashing lights, the congratulations—it was all noise to me.

I stood at the edge of the ballroom, watching as my brother stood beside Princess Amal, their engagement sealed in the eyes of the world. Classic wore the expression of a man in control, composed, unreadable. But I knew him better than anyone.

He had accepted the engagement, but that didn't mean he had surrendered.

I took a slow sip of my champagne, my gaze scanning the crowd. Powerful men and women filled the ballroom—royalty, politicians, military leaders, corporate giants. All here to witness the union of two empires. But to me, this wasn't a celebration.

I spotted Ethan near the far end of the room, ever watchful. When our eyes met, I gave him a slight nod. He would understand.

I turned my attention back to Classic and Amal. They exchanged pleasantries with foreign dignitaries, keeping up appearances. Amal played her role well—graceful, poised, obedient.

But obedience meant nothing in a war for power.

I approached, my heels clicking against the marble floor. As I reached them, Amal's gaze flickered to me, hesitant, almost nervous.

"Congratulations, brother," I said smoothly, offering him a flawless smile. "You've made quite the choice."

Classic studied me for a moment, reading between my words. I knew he could sense it.

"And you, Princess Amal," I continued, turning to her. "I hope you're prepared for the world you're stepping into."

She blinked, recovering quickly. "I was born into it," she replied evenly.

"Were you?" I mused, tilting my head slightly. "We'll see."

She wasn't the only one with a claim to power.

And I had no intention of watching my brother be controlled by anyone—not by King Salman, not by her, and not by anyone who thought they could decide his fate for him.

This engagement was only the beginning.

And I had already started planning for the end.

Chapter 360: “The Game is Not Over”