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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 stood in the dimly lit chamber, watching as Classic was brought before me. His hands were no longer bound, but his pride had taken the real restraint. He was composed, but his eyes burned with betrayal.

The moment the guards stepped back, leaving us alone, he spoke.

"You arrested your own son." His voice was low, measured, but I could hear the weight behind it. The accusation.

I exhaled, clasping my hands behind my back. "I detained you."

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "And you think there's a difference?"

"There is," I said. "Your wife was never under arrest. This was a test."

Classic's eyes narrowed dangerously.

I continued before he could explode. "The accusations, the evidence—it was fabricated. The people who fed me that information? They're the ones I wanted to expose."

His fists clenched at his sides. "So you used my wife to do it?"

I met his gaze. "I used what mattered most to you to see how you would react."

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, silence stretched between us. I knew how he felt—betrayed, furious. But this was a lesson he needed to learn.

"You're the Crown Prince," I said firmly. "One day, you will sit where I sit, and you will have to make decisions that tear at your soul. The question is, will you let emotions control you, or will you think before you act?"

Classic shook his head, his voice laced with disbelief. "You wanted to see if I would turn against you?"

"I wanted to see if you'd let your emotions blind you to the bigger picture." I stepped closer. "And you did."

His nostrils flared. "You wanted me to stand by while my wife was taken? That would have made me a ruler in your eyes?"

"No," I said, my voice calm but firm. "I wanted you to act smarter. If this had been a real coup, if the accusations had been true, your reaction would have made it easier for enemies to paint you as unstable. Reckless."

I walked past him to the door, then paused. "You are my son. That will never change. But if you want to lead, you must understand that power is a game of patience. Control. Strategy."

I turned to face him. "You failed this test. But you will not fail again."

I could see the fire in his eyes, the storm of emotions warring within him. He hated this. Hated what I had done.

Chapter 396: The Lesson