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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 halls of the palace were eerily quiet at this hour. The only sounds were the faint echoes of my footsteps against the marble floor, the flicker of candlelight casting long shadows along the walls.

I moved with purpose, my silk robe trailing behind me as I made my way toward Chris's study.

The hidden cameras… the attempt to invade Classic's privacy… Whoever had done this wasn't just looking for a scandal—they were testing us.

Reaching the heavy double doors, I didn't hesitate. I pushed them open without waiting for permission, stepping inside.

Chris stood by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand, as if he'd been expecting me.

"You're up late," he murmured, not turning around.

I crossed my arms. "You already know why I'm here."

He finally turned, his sharp eyes studying me. "Because of the cameras?"

"Because someone is bold enough to move against us," I corrected. "And I need to know how you plan to handle it."

Chris took a slow sip of his drink before setting the glass down. "Ethan is handling it. The devices have been removed, and we're already tracking who planted them."

"That's not enough." My voice was steady, but firm. "We can't just react, Chris. We need to send a message."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "You're finally starting to sound like a Blackwood."

I ignored his amusement. "Whoever did this wasn't an outsider. They had access to the royal wing. Which means they were either someone inside our circle or someone with influence over our security."

Chris's expression darkened slightly. He knew I was right.

I took a step closer. "Whoever it is… they won't stop here. They wanted proof of Classic's marriage being real. And if they didn't get what they wanted, they'll try again."

Chris sighed, rubbing his temple. "And what do you propose, my Queen?"

I met his gaze head-on. "Whoever was behind this—we make an example out of them. Publicly."

He studied me for a long moment, then a slow, approving smile spread across his face.

"Now that," he said, swirling the whiskey in his glass, "is a plan I can work with."

Chapter 382: A Queen’s Warning