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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 beside Emperor Chris Blackwood, watching as the final shipments of the BPV-32 cure were dispatched across the Blackwood Union territories. Large cargo planes, heavily guarded by Blackwood Union Forces (BUF), took off from the state-of-the-art Blackwood Medical Research Facility.

Chris had given the order—distribute the cure freely to all Blackwood Union nations. No delays. No restrictions. Every citizen under our banner would receive full access.

And as expected, the results were immediate.

Within weeks, the infection rates plummeted across our controlled territories. The once chaotic hospitals were now calm, the economy rebounded ten times faster than expected, and the Blackwood Union Bank (B.U.K.) saw unprecedented global transactions as desperate nations tried to buy Blackwood currency just to survive.

Our empire was untouched. Stronger than ever.

With no cure, democratic nations were falling like dominoes. Their streets were empty, governments powerless, and mass graves endless. World leaders who once opposed us were now on their knees, sending urgent diplomatic requests for an audience with Chris.

Every day, I read their pleas for mercy.

The Prime Minister of Canada: "Please, Your Majesty, my people are dying. We will pay any amount you ask."

The Chancellor of Germany: "I beg of you, Emperor Blackwood. We will pledge full loyalty—just let us in."

The President of France: "I was wrong to ever doubt you. Paris is a graveyard. Please… we surrender."

The Prime Minister of Japan: "All of Asia is falling apart. You are the only salvation left."

Each one more pathetic than the last.

I glanced at Chris, who sat on his throne in the Blackwood Castle War Room, reading their requests with mild amusement. He knew this moment would come. He warned them.

Chris finally looked at me and smirked, tapping his fingers on the Blackwood Throne.

"Ethan, distribute the cure freely to all our Union nations. Let them flourish. Let them grow stronger. Let the world see the difference between us and them."

I nodded. "It will be done, Your Majesty."

He exhaled, leaning back. "As for the rest of the world… Let them continue to beg."

Ethan Carter’s POV – The Cure is Power