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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

I stood at the grand podium of the Blackwood Union Headquarters, my expression unreadable as the world held its breath. The hall was packed—presidents, kings, prime ministers—all of them here for one reason. To beg.

The BPV-32 pandemic had left their nations in ruins. Their citizens were dying by the millions, their economies had collapsed, and their governments were on the verge of falling apart. Now, they were here, seeking entry into the Blackwood Union—seeking salvation.

I leaned forward, my voice calm but firm.

"You all had a choice. You all knew what was coming. You all refused."

Some of them shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Others clenched their jaws. I could see the desperation in their eyes, the silent pleas they were too proud to speak.

"Now, you come here asking for our protection. For the cure. For the stability that only the Blackwood Union can provide. Very well."

I let the tension hang in the air before delivering my verdict.

"The entry fee is 20 billion dollars."

A wave of shock and murmurs rippled through the hall. Some leaders paled, others whispered urgently among themselves. But I wasn't finished.

The murmurs turned into outright gasps. Some leaders stood up in protest, but I raised a hand, silencing the room.

"This is non-negotiable. Twenty billion dollars—immediately. Any nation that fails to pay will be denied entry. And denied the cure."

I could feel the weight of their fear, their realization that they were no longer in control. That they were at my mercy. At the mercy of the Blackwood Empire.

"For years, you clung to your so-called democracy. You fought against us. You called us tyrants. But now, you understand."

I gestured toward the Blackwood Union banners hanging across the room. The symbol of power, dominance, and absolute rule.

"The world belongs to the strong. And in the Blackwood Union, we do not beg. We do not negotiate. We command."

I glanced at Ethan, who was already calculating how much we would amass from this single decree. Trillions. Enough to expand the Union's dominance beyond imagination.

I met the leaders' eyes once more.

"You have 48 hours. Pay the price, or prepare to die with your broken nations."

I turned and walked away. Behind me, the room erupted into chaos.

Classic Blackwood’s Address – The Price of Survival