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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 room was still, but the air was thick with unspoken words. Classic had made his move, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

I sat at the head of the grand table, watching the subtle reactions ripple through the royal court. King Salman's jaw tightened ever so slightly, his hands clasped together in what looked like quiet contemplation—but I knew better. He was assessing. Calculating.

Amal had played along well, keeping her expression composed, but the surprise in her eyes had been real. She hadn't expected Classic to seize control of the narrative so boldly.

Ethan leaned in slightly from my right, murmuring low enough that only I could hear. "That was unexpected."

I didn't respond immediately. Instead, I studied my son.

He stood tall, his posture relaxed but commanding. He had just turned a carefully arranged political alliance into a personal declaration of power. It was a move I might have made once, though I had never been reckless enough to pull something like this in front of a reigning monarch.

And I would be a fool to ignore it.

King Salman finally spoke, his tone measured. "Your son is bold."

I allowed a slight smirk. "He is my son."

The older king chuckled, but there was no real humor in it. "Let us hope his boldness does not lead to arrogance."

I met his gaze. "Or perhaps, it is exactly what this new world requires."

Salman and I were not simply in-laws now—we were rivals, allies, and kings playing a long game.

Classic had just placed himself on the board, not as a piece but as a player.

The question was: Did he know what came next?

I tapped my fingers against the armrest of my chair, watching as Classic and Amal exchanged subtle glances.

There was something there—an understanding forming between them.

Leaning back, I turned to Ethan. "Increase security around Classic."

His brow lifted slightly. "You're expecting trouble?"

I exhaled slowly. "I expect a reaction. And I want to control it before it controls him."

Classic thought he had just made his first move.

What he didn't realize was that the real game was only beginning.

Chapter 363: “A King’s Gambit”