Classicprincecj

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 decision had been made. Celeste would fall, and the world would watch.

But as I left my father's study, the weight of it settled on my shoulders. This wasn't just a political move—it was a declaration. I wasn't a pawn in this game. I was a player.

And I had just made my first real move.

As I walked through the palace corridors, I found myself heading toward the east wing—toward my wife.

The woman who had been thrown into this life alongside me. The woman who had stood at my side, whether she wanted to or not.

I wasn't naive. Our marriage had been orchestrated, a strategic alliance designed to strengthen the Blackwood name. But something had shifted. Somewhere along the way, she had become more than just my wife.

I reached her chamber and knocked once before entering. She was seated near the window, draped in silk, her dark curls falling over her shoulder as she stared out at the moonlit gardens.

She turned when she heard me, her warm brown eyes scanning my face. "You look troubled."

I shut the door behind me, exhaling. "I made a decision tonight."

She tilted her head. "About Celeste?"

I nodded. "She won't just be punished. She'll be humiliated. Publicly."

Amal studied me carefully, then stood, closing the distance between us. "And how do you feel about that?"

I hesitated. "Like I just crossed a line I can't come back from."

She reached for my hand, her touch gentle but firm. "That's because you have."

I swallowed. "Did I make the right choice?"

Amal didn't answer immediately. Instead, she lifted my hand and pressed it against her heart. "You are a Blackwood, Classic. And that means you don't get the luxury of questioning your choices. You stand by them."

I searched her face, looking for hesitation. There was none.

More than anyone, she understood what it meant to be royalty. To live in a world where one mistake could be fatal.

I tightened my grip on her hand. "Then stand by me."

Her lips curved into the faintest smile. "I already do."

A slow exhale left my chest. This was my wife. My partner. And in this war of power and betrayal, she was the one person I could trust.

I leaned in, my forehead resting against hers. "No more doubts."

But with Amal at my side, I was ready to face it.

Chapter 387: My Wife, My Strength