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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 orders had been issued. The ministers were dismissed. Classic had set his course.

But power in the Blackwood Empire wasn't just about making decisions.

And Christiana—The Dictator—was about to remind everyone of that.

Hours later, I was reviewing military deployment reports in the war room when a message arrived. A single slip of paper, placed before me by one of my informants.

"Christiana has countered Classic's order."

I let out a slow exhale, folding the note. Not unexpected.

Classic wanted to pressure the resistant territories into compliance. Christiana had taken a different approach—one that could undermine him entirely.

I made my way back to the council chamber, where Classic was already standing, staring at a document in his hands. His jaw was tense, his grip firm.

Christiana sat at the table, swirling a glass of wine, her smirk unreadable.

Chris stood by the window, silent. Watching.

"Explain," Classic said, his voice controlled but sharp.

Christiana leaned back. "You wanted to cut off government funding to the resistant territories. I overruled that."

Classic's fingers twitched. "Why?"

"Because suffocating them only creates martyrs," she said smoothly. "You're thinking like a ruler. I'm thinking like a strategist."

I crossed my arms, curious. "And what exactly did you do?"

She smiled. "Instead of cutting off their funding, I redirected it—to their opposition within their own territories."

Classic's eyes narrowed. "You're feeding their enemies."

"No," she corrected, taking a slow sip of wine. "I'm forcing them into civil conflict. Instead of uniting against you, they will now fight each other for control."

Clever. Brutal. Classic's approach had been direct—crush them with force. Christiana's was more insidious. If the resistant territories were too busy tearing themselves apart, they wouldn't have the strength to resist the empire.

Chris finally spoke, his voice calm but laced with amusement.

Christiana's smirk deepened. "Then we step in as the saviors, reestablish order, and own them completely."

I glanced at Classic. He was processing it, but he wasn't backing down.

"This wasn't your decision to make," he said coldly. "I gave the order."

Christiana raised a brow. "And I corrected it."

Classic's grip on the document tightened. This wasn't just about the decision. It was about control.

I turned slightly, observing Chris.

Would Classic let Christiana overrule him? Would he fight back?

This was more than a disagreement.

This was a war for dominance within the empire itself.

Chapter 488: The Dictator’s Move