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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

I had seen my father make ruthless decisions before. I had witnessed him bring empires to their knees with a single command. But this?

This was a line even I hadn't expected him to cross.

The moment the guards moved toward Classic, the entire hall shifted. The tension that had already been suffocating became unbearable.

Classic didn't move at first. He simply stood there, his eyes locked onto Dad's, disbelief flickering beneath the fury.

"You're detaining me?" His voice was sharp, controlled, but I could hear the storm raging beneath it.

Chris's expression didn't change. "You interfered with an official arrest. You challenged the authority of this family in front of the council. That cannot go unchecked."

Classic let out a slow, humorless chuckle. "So this is what it's come to? You think I'm a threat now?"

"It's not about what I think," Dad replied. "It's about maintaining order."

I watched as Classic clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He was barely keeping himself in check. If he made a single move—one wrong move—the guards would subdue him.

And that would be a humiliation he would never forgive.

I stepped forward. "Dad, you don't have to do this."

His gaze flicked to me, cold and unyielding. "Stay out of this, Christiana."

I swallowed hard. I knew that tone. He wouldn't bend.

Classic, however, wasn't one to be caged so easily. He exhaled sharply before speaking. "Fine. Detain me. Lock me up like a criminal. But know this—when I walk out of that cell, I won't forget this."

Chris's expression didn't shift, but something flickered in his eyes. "Then make sure you use the time to reflect."

And this time, Classic didn't resist.

He allowed them to clasp the restraints around his wrists, his head held high, his expression unreadable.

But as he was led away, I met his gaze.

This wasn't defeat. This was strategy.

Chapter 395: Shackled Prince