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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

Chris didn't have to say much. Just one sentence. Just one look.

His meaning was clear. Celeste Whitmore would not be given the chance to attempt anything again.

I nodded once. Nothing else needed to be said. In our world, betrayals weren't just punished. They were erased.

As the nobles slowly dispersed, murmuring amongst themselves, I slipped out through the side entrance, moving through the palace corridors with purpose. The guards were already leading Celeste toward the transport that would take her to exile, but that was never going to happen.

By the time I reached the courtyard, the night air was crisp, the torches flickering in the wind. The carriage stood waiting, its doors open, the guards stationed nearby.

Celeste stood at the center of it all, her wrists bound in front of her.

When she saw me, her lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer. "Ah, Ethan. Sent to make sure I leave quietly?"

I didn't respond immediately. Instead, I turned to the guards. "Leave us."

They hesitated only for a second before nodding, stepping back into the shadows.

Celeste chuckled softly. "I should have known Chris wouldn't let me walk away."

I tilted my head. "Did you really think you would?"

Her smirk faltered slightly, but she recovered quickly. "Oh, I knew my life would never be the same after today. But I also know the Blackwoods. Chris might have sentenced me, but Classic was the one who made it personal."

I took a slow step closer. "And that was your mistake."

For the first time, uncertainty flickered in her gaze. "If you're here to threaten me, don't bother. I already lost everything. What more could you take?"

I leaned in slightly, my voice calm, almost gentle. "Your future."

She exhaled sharply, her composure slipping just a fraction. "You don't have to do this, Ethan. We both know I'm not the first to move against the Blackwoods. And I won't be the last."

I studied her for a moment. She still thought she had a chance.

"You made one mistake," I told her. "You underestimated Classic."

I stepped back, glancing at the driver. "We take the long route."

The driver nodded, understanding the unspoken command.

Celeste's expression finally shifted—from arrogance to realization. "You're not taking me to exile, are you?"

I didn't answer. I didn't need to.

She took a shaky breath. "Chris gave this order, didn't he?"

I met her gaze. "Chris made the decision. Classic agreed."

And that was all she needed to hear.

For the first time since this entire ordeal began, fear truly entered her eyes.

I opened the carriage door for her. "Get in."

She hesitated, just for a moment, but there was no other choice. Slowly, she stepped inside, her movements stiff, controlled.

As the door shut behind her, I turned back to the guards. "No witnesses."

As the carriage rolled away into the night, I exhaled, shoving my hands into my pockets.

Celeste Whitmore's chapter had just come to an end.

And the Blackwood reign remained untouchable.

Chapter 389: No Second Chances