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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

(Classic Blackwood's POV – Wedding Ceremony)

The grand cathedral was drenched in golden light, its towering stained-glass windows casting colors across the marble floor. The eyes of the world were on me as I walked down the aisle, each step slow and deliberate.

Every seat was filled—monarchs, dignitaries, and the most powerful elites from every corner of the world. Some watched with admiration. Others with veiled calculation.

At the end of the aisle, Amal stood, draped in a gown so intricately designed it looked like it belonged to another era. Her veil shimmered, but I could still see her eyes—sharp, knowing.

This was no fairytale. This was a transaction.

I reached the altar, standing tall as the priest began the ceremony. His voice echoed through the cathedral, ancient words binding two nations together.

"Do you, Classic Blackwood, take Amal Al-Faisal to be your lawfully wedded wife—"

This wasn't about love. It never was.

I turned my head slightly, scanning the front rows. My father sat like a king on his throne, dressed in black and gold. Beside him, my mother, her face unreadable. Christiana sat rigid, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She wasn't hiding her disdain.

Amal's father, the King of Saudi Arabia, watched with the cold patience of a man who knew the game far too well. He had secured his daughter's future. But he had also secured a foothold in the Blackwood Empire.

When it was my turn to speak, I lifted my gaze to Amal.

Her lips parted slightly, as if measuring the weight of my words. Then, when it was her turn, she responded, voice steady:

A slow applause rippled through the room. The moment was sealed. The union complete.

The priest turned to me. "You may now kiss the bride."

I hesitated only for a fraction of a second. Then I reached forward, lifting her veil, revealing the face of the woman who would now stand beside me as queen.

And in front of the world, I kissed her.

The applause thundered, but all I could hear was the sound of the invisible chains locking into place.

This was the beginning of something far greater than marriage.

Chapter 366: “Vows of Power”