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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 weight of Chris' words still hung in the air. No one dared to challenge him—not a single leader, not even those who had ruled nations for decades.

I scanned the room, watching the shifting expressions. Some of them had mastered the art of a neutral face, but I could see it—the flickers of fear, the silent calculations behind their eyes.

They knew that from this moment forward, the world belonged to us.

Chris leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. But I knew him too well. He was waiting.

Waiting for the first fool to speak.

Finally, the Prime Minister of Japan cleared his throat. "Your Majesty Blackwood," he began cautiously, "May I ask… about the role of former world organizations? The United Nations, the IMF, the World Bank—"

"They no longer exist," I stated flatly. "Any structure that once held global influence is dissolved. There is only the Blackwood Union now."

He swallowed hard and nodded, sinking back into silence.

Chris turned his gaze to me, an almost amused look in his eyes, before he spoke again.

I stood, pulling up the real-time report from the intelligence division.

"As of this moment, the Blackwood Union consists of 172 nations. Only 23 remain independent, and out of those, 12 have already begun secret negotiations to join."

I paused, letting that sink in before continuing.

"Since the announcement of the mandatory Blackwood Currency, the global economy outside the Union has collapsed by 87%. Nations that refuse to join are facing economic ruin."

A few leaders in the room shifted uncomfortably. They had bet on resisting. They had lost.

I tapped the next section of the report.

"The BPV-32 virus has killed 612 million people worldwide. Non-Union nations are experiencing a death toll of up to 150,000 per day due to lack of access to the Blackwood Cure. Meanwhile, inside the Union, infections have dropped by 92%, with fatalities at nearly zero due to controlled distribution."

Chris let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "They thought they could hold out."

Then he turned to Christiana. "Dictator, how many requests for entry have we received in the last 72 hours?"

She folded her arms and smirked. "Thirty-two."

Chris tilted his head, his smirk mirroring hers. "And how many have you rejected?"

"Thirty-two," Christiana replied, her tone merciless.

A murmur swept through the room. The leaders of independent nations looked pale.

Chris turned his attention back to me. "How much is our entry fee again?"

"Twenty billion dollars per nation," I confirmed.

The room erupted into stunned whispers.

Chris merely raised a hand, and the noise died instantly.

"If they want salvation, they will pay for it," he said simply.

I nodded and made the order official.

Chris leaned forward, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. "Now, let's talk about what happens next."

The Silence Before the Storm