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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

Weeks had passed since Chris made his final ruling—since Christiana was cemented as the sole gatekeeper of the Blackwood Union. The world had adjusted, or at least, tried to.

But not all rulers were willing to bow.

I stood at the head of the war room, scanning the reports before me. The first test had come, and as expected, someone had failed.

Chris sat at the far end of the table, fingers steepled, waiting. Classic stood to his right, silent but observant. Christiana leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, watching with the confidence of someone who already knew the outcome.

I set the report down and looked directly at them.

"The King of England has refused to pledge loyalty."

A beat of silence. Then, Classic spoke.

"Not just refusal," I corrected. "Defiance." I slid another document forward. "He's begun forming alliances outside of the Union. Quietly. But not quiet enough."

"Still intact," I replied. "But weaker than before. He assumed we wouldn't notice his movements. He assumed wrong."

Christiana smirked. "Of course he did."

Classic leaned forward. "What's the recommended course of action?"

Classic didn't react immediately, but I saw the shift in his expression—the weight of the decision pressing down.

"You hesitate." It wasn't a question. It was an observation.

Classic's jaw tensed. "I don't hesitate. I consider."

Chris tilted his head slightly. "Then consider this—he is the first, but he won't be the last. If we tolerate defiance, we invite rebellion."

Classic exhaled. He understood. But he was still adjusting to this kind of power—the power to erase kings.

Christiana, ever the opportunist, leaned forward slightly. "Shall I handle it?"

Chris gave her a look. "No. Classic will decide. He's the acting ruler."

A long silence stretched between us.

Then, finally, Classic straightened. His voice was steady when he spoke.

"Make it look like an accident. A message, not a war."

I nodded, already drafting the plan in my head.

"Good," he murmured. "Let's see who else needs reminding."

Chapter 509: The First Ruler Falls