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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 fire crackled softly in the dimly lit study. Shadows danced along the walls, stretching across the polished mahogany desk where I sat, fingers steepled.

Ethan stood before me, his expression unreadable, though I knew him too well to mistake his silence for indifference.

He set a file on the desk. "Classic has enforced his decision. The funding to the resistant territories has been cut. Christiana has not countered yet, but she's moving pieces into place."

I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. "Meaning?"

"She's consolidating influence. The advisors who hesitated to pick sides? She's pulling them closer. Military leaders who felt uneasy about Classic's approach? She's reassuring them that she remains the balance in this empire."

I smiled faintly. "The Dictator doesn't like to lose."

Ethan's lips quirked. "Neither does Classic."

I studied him for a moment. He had always been direct, but there was something more in his tone this time—curiosity.

He was watching me the same way I was watching all of them.

"Should I interfere?" I finally asked, my voice calm.

Ethan was silent for a long moment before he answered.

"That depends. Do you want a ruler, or do you want a puppet?"

I chuckled. "Neither. I want a Blackwood."

Ethan tilted his head slightly. "Then let them fight."

I tapped my fingers against the desk, considering. Classic had made his move. Christiana would retaliate. This was the nature of power—it wasn't given, it was claimed.

"And if one of them falls?" I asked.

Ethan's gaze didn't waver. "Then they were never meant to rule."

Chapter 491: The Waiting King