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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's voice was calm, controlled—but I knew better. He never called the entire family together unless it was something serious.

"Be in the council hall within the hour."

No explanation. No room for discussion. Just an order.

I glanced at Amal, who was still asleep beside me, her breathing soft and steady. For a moment, I considered letting her rest. But she was my wife now. A Blackwood. And if Chris had summoned the family, she needed to be there.

I brushed my fingers against her cheek, and she stirred, her lashes fluttering open.

"Chris called a meeting," I said quietly. "We need to go."

She sat up, immediately alert. No complaints, no questions. She simply nodded and got up to prepare.

By the time we arrived at the council hall, nearly everyone was already seated. The tension in the air was thick. Chris sat at the head of the long table, Skylar beside him, her expression unreadable.

Ethan stood near the back, arms crossed, his face as impassive as ever.

Christiana was there too, her usual smirk absent. If anything, she looked… uneasy.

Even my father, who rarely attended these meetings unless absolutely necessary, was present. That alone told me everything I needed to know—this wasn't just about Celeste. This was bigger.

I took my seat, Amal settling beside me.

Chris let the silence stretch for a moment before finally speaking.

No one reacted. We all knew this already.

"But before she was dealt with, she said something," Chris continued, his gaze sharp as he looked directly at me. "She claimed Classic already knew."

I stiffened slightly, my mind racing. So this was why he called the meeting.

Skylar leaned forward, her eyes searching mine. "Did she mean something specific? Or was she just trying to play mind games before the end?"

I exhaled, keeping my expression neutral. "I don't know."

Chris studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded. "Maybe. But I won't take chances."

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the table.

"There's something deeper going on," he continued. "Celeste wasn't working alone. And if she thought Classic 'already knew,' then we need to find out what exactly she was referring to."

Ethan's voice was quiet but firm. "She wasn't the mastermind."

He met Chris's gaze. "Celeste was powerful, but she wasn't reckless. Someone else pushed her to act. Someone who wanted Classic eliminated from the equation."

A heavy silence settled over the room.

Skylar's expression darkened. "So we're looking at an enemy still in the shadows."

Chris nodded. "And we're going to find them."

His eyes flickered toward me again. "Classic, if there's anything—anything—you might have overlooked, now's the time to speak."

I met his gaze evenly. "I've told you everything I know."

Chris held my stare for a moment longer before finally nodding. "Then let's get to work."

Chapter 392: The Gathering