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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

Ethan Carter – Supreme Chancellor

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. Chris' request wasn't just unexpected—it was dangerous.

If Skylar found out… No. I wouldn't let that happen.

I picked up my secure phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before a voice answered.

"I need someone." My tone was sharp, leaving no room for questions. "A woman. One who understands discretion."

A pause. Then, the voice responded, "Understood. What are the specifics?"

I hesitated for a brief second. Chris had said 'suitable.' What did that mean?

"Beautiful. Educated. No ties to politics or the aristocracy. Someone… experienced but controllable."

By morning, I had four profiles on my desk.

1. Camilla Laurent – A former diplomat's daughter. Intelligent. Fluent in five languages. Too connected.

2. Ivy Monroe – An actress, famous but fading. Too much attention.

3. Delilah Voss – A businesswoman, independent but rumored to have dangerous ties. Too risky.

4. Rhea Sinclair – A discreet woman from a wealthy but low-profile family. Perfect.

By noon, Rhea Sinclair was on a private flight to meet with me.

I sat across from her in a dimly lit room, studying her carefully.

Rhea was stunning—dark eyes, a confident posture, but not overly bold. She understood the weight of the situation.

"Do you understand why you're here?" I asked.

She nodded, her voice steady. "I serve at the King's pleasure."

I watched her for a moment. Good. She knew her place.

"You will never speak of this to anyone. If you agree, you'll be well compensated. If you refuse, you'll leave here and forget this conversation ever happened."

She smiled slightly. "I don't refuse."

Now, all that was left… was to inform Chris.

That night, I stood outside his chamber.

I knocked twice. "Your Majesty, it's done."

The door opened slightly, and I stepped inside.

Chris was seated, his expression unreadable. "Where is she?"

I gestured. "Waiting for you. Whenever you're ready."

He exhaled slowly, then gave a small, almost imperceptible smirk. "Good."

As I stepped out, I couldn't shake the feeling—this wasn't just about pleasure.

And I had a feeling this test… was just the beginning.

Chapter 462: The Silent Arrangement