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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 carriage disappeared into the night, its path carefully chosen—no crowded streets, no curious eyes. This wasn't just an execution. It was a quiet erasure.

I followed on a separate route, my car trailing from a distance. The night air was thick, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. I had done things like this before. Cleaning up messes, eliminating threats.

Celeste Whitmore had been powerful once. Influential. Feared, even. But she had forgotten the one rule in our world—you don't challenge the Blackwoods and live to tell the tale.

The car finally came to a stop near the forest clearing. A place far from prying eyes, where even the wind carried secrets that would never be spoken.

The guards pulled Celeste from the carriage, her movements stiff. But she didn't beg. Didn't plead. She knew how this worked.

I stepped out of my car, my boots crunching against the gravel as I approached her.

She exhaled, her breath visible in the cold air. "So this is how it ends?"

I tilted my head. "Did you think it would end any other way?"

Her jaw clenched. "I was born into this world just like you, Ethan. I knew the risks." She looked past me, her gaze distant. "I just thought I would be the one standing at the end."

I studied her. Despite everything, I could respect that. She wasn't weak. She just lost.

I nodded to the guards. They knew what to do.

Celeste took a slow breath, closing her eyes for a moment. Then she lifted her chin. "Tell Classic…" She paused, her lips curling slightly. "No, never mind. He already knows."

The question hovered in my mind, but I didn't ask. It didn't matter now.

The sound of the silencer was quick. Clean.

Celeste Whitmore fell, her body hitting the cold earth.

No struggle. No last-minute pleas.

I took one last look at her before turning to the guards. "Burn everything. No traces."

They nodded, already moving into action.

As I walked back to my car, I pulled out my phone, dialing a single number.

Chris answered on the first ring. "It's done?"

That was all. No further instructions. No unnecessary words.

Because in our world, silence meant the job was done.

I hung up, leaning against the car for a moment, staring up at the sky. The stars above us didn't care about power, betrayal, or death. They just existed, distant and untouchable.

Chapter 390: The Final Move