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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 moment Classic uttered those words, I knew the game had shifted.

"Before you will enter, you must pass through our Dictator."

And just like that, Christiana became the gatekeeper of the Blackwood Union.

I studied the reactions in the room. Some rulers masked their displeasure, while others—like the Queen of Spain—looked intrigued. The King of England clenched his jaw, clearly disliking the idea of bending to anyone, least of all a Blackwood woman who had already seized power in ways they could barely comprehend.

Chris, of course, was enjoying every second of it. His fingers tapped lazily against the armrest, watching how the world adjusted to this unexpected maneuver.

His face was unreadable, but I knew better.

This was his move. His way of forcing every ruler here to earn their place. His way of keeping them in check before they got too comfortable with the idea of standing as equals in the Blackwood Union.

She stepped forward like she was born for this.

"You heard him," she said, her voice smooth, dangerous. "Before you claim a place in the Blackwood Union, you go through me."

A quiet pause followed. Then, she smirked.

"Let's see who's worthy, shall we?"

Then, the King of England leaned forward. "And what exactly does 'going through you' mean, Dictator?" His tone was sharp, laced with irritation.

I turned my gaze to Christiana, curious as well.

"It means," she said, "that before you stand beside us, you will be tested. Individually. On loyalty. On competence. On sacrifice."

"I will decide if you belong in the Blackwood Union."

The Queen of Spain tilted her head, her fingers tapping against the table. "And if we fail?"

"Then you will know what it means to be denied by the Blackwoods."

This wasn't just a seat at the table. This was a trial of submission.

And I could already tell… not everyone in this room would survive it.

Chapter 506: The First Trial