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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 never planned to go back," Amal said, her voice steady, but there was something deeper in her tone—certainty.

I studied her, searching for any trace of regret, any sign that she was second-guessing what had just happened between us. But she met my gaze without hesitation.

That should have reassured me. It didn't.

I exhaled slowly, letting my fingers drift down her arm. "You realize what this means, don't you?"

She smirked faintly. "That I'm officially your wife?"

I huffed a quiet laugh. "That was decided the moment we signed that marriage contract. This—" I gestured between us. "This wasn't in the script."

She shifted onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. "You think everything in your life has to follow a script?"

I didn't answer right away. Because for the longest time, it had. Every move I made, every word I spoke, was calculated. Necessary.

But tonight, with her, I hadn't been thinking about strategy. I hadn't been planning my next move.

And that unsettled me more than I cared to admit.

Amal reached out, running her fingers through my hair, her touch absentminded but deliberate. "If it helps, this wasn't in my plans either."

I caught her wrist, holding it lightly. "Yet here we are."

She nodded, her expression unreadable. "Here we are."

I let go of her wrist and leaned back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling.

The world outside this room was waiting for us. The politics, the scrutiny, the expectations. The whispers of whether this marriage was real, whether we were truly bound or just playing a role.

They wanted to watch. To analyze. To doubt.

But after tonight, they wouldn't have to.

Because this wasn't just a performance anymore.

And whether I liked it or not, there was no turning back.

Chapter 378: No Turning Back