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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

I barely had time to finalize my decision before my phone buzzed. Father.

I answered immediately. "I assume Ethan already told you?"

Chris's voice was steady, but there was a razor-sharp edge beneath it. "I know everything."

"Then you know I'm leaving tonight."

A beat of silence. Then, his voice dropped an octave—dangerous. "No. You're staying."

I clenched my jaw. "They disrespected me, Father. Disrespected us."

"I am well aware," Chris said smoothly. "And if you leave now, they will think you are running. They will think you are weak."

The word settled uncomfortably in my chest. Weak? Me?

"You are a Blackwood," he continued, his tone like steel. "You do not react emotionally. You do not storm out like a child throwing a tantrum. You stay. You make them believe their tricks do not faze you. And in the morning, you leave on your terms."

I exhaled sharply, pacing the room. I hated it—hated the idea of staying in a place where they had dared to spy on me. But…

Leaving immediately was exactly what they wanted—to see me rattled. To watch me lash out like some reckless prince.

No. I wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

I forced a smirk. "So, I act like nothing happened?"

"No," Chris corrected. "You act like you knew all along. Like their little tricks are beneath you."

Amal was watching me carefully, unreadable as ever.

I exhaled through my nose. "Fine. I'll stay the night. But in the morning, I make my move."

"*Good.**" Chris's voice was laced with approval. "And Classic… make sure they regret this."

I tossed my phone onto the table and turned back to Amal. "Change of plans. We're staying."

Her brow lifted. "Let me guess. Your father?"

I smirked. "Of course. And he's right."

She studied me, then nodded. "Then we play along."

I leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. "Not just play. We control the game."

She didn't flinch. Instead, the corners of her lips curled into something resembling amusement. "Now that, I can do."

Let them watch. Let them think they won.

By morning, I'd make them regret ever underestimating a Blackwood.

Chapter 372: The King's Command