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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 room remained eerily silent as my words echoed through the grand assembly hall. Every leader, every official present, held their breath, processing the gravity of my decree.

Christiana, ever the enforcer, shifted slightly, her expression tightening. She was expecting a harsher response, but I had my own vision for Velmora's punishment.

"No," I said firmly, glancing toward her. "Annexation alone won't be necessary."

A flicker of something crossed her eyes—perhaps surprise, perhaps disappointment. But she said nothing.

I turned back to the assembly, letting my voice carry throughout the room. "Velmora's actions deserve more. Their betrayal was not just economic treason—it was an insult to the very foundation of our empire."

The tension thickened, leaders glancing at each other nervously. No one dared interrupt.

I stepped forward, resting my hands against the table. "Effective immediately, Velmora ceases to be a sovereign nation. It will no longer hold the status of a member-state within the Blackwood Union."

Gasps erupted, but I continued without pause.

"Their land will be repurposed as an industrial zone—a site for large-scale factory production, ensuring that their resources are of use to the empire."

I turned toward Christiana. "All Velmoran citizens are hereby stripped of their national identity. They will no longer hold the privileges of sovereignty or autonomy."

Her lips curled into a slight smirk. She understood what I was doing now.

I exhaled slowly, then delivered the final blow. "From this moment forward, all Velmorans are declared state property—slaves of the Blackwood Empire."

Some leaders looked horrified, others remained stoic, calculating the implications of what I had just announced. Christiana folded her arms, watching the unfolding reactions with amusement.

One leader—a representative from a smaller nation—dared to step forward. His face was pale, his voice shaking.

"Y-Your Majesty… is this truly necessary?"

I turned my gaze toward him, my expression unreadable. "Are you questioning my judgment?"

He immediately stepped back, bowing his head. "N-No, Your Majesty. Forgive me."

Ethan, standing to my right, cleared his throat and spoke up. "Your Majesty, shall we begin immediate enforcement?"

I nodded. "Deploy the Blackwood Union Forces. Seize all government buildings, neutralize any opposition. Anyone who resists will be executed."

Christiana stepped forward now, addressing the gathered officials with her usual ruthless efficiency. "Let this be a warning to all nations. The Blackwood Union is not a democracy. It is a force. Disloyalty will be punished. Absolute submission is the only path to survival."

I smiled slightly, satisfied. "The matter is settled. Move forward with my decree."

And just like that, Velmora ceased to exist.

The Fall of Velmora