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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 royal chamber was dimly lit, the golden glow from the fireplace casting long shadows against the dark mahogany walls. The silence between us was thick—calculated. Chris sat in his usual chair, legs crossed, one hand resting against the armrest, fingers lightly tapping against the polished wood.

I stood before him, hands clasped behind my back, waiting.

"What do you think?" His voice was calm, but I knew better than to mistake it for casual curiosity.

I glanced at the balcony doors, slightly ajar, where the night air carried the distant hum of the empire—the empire that now stood in suspense, awaiting a ruler.

Chris tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Don't play coy with me, Ethan." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Classic. Christiana. The throne. The future of the empire. What do you think?"

I exhaled slowly, choosing my words with the same precision I used when commanding an army. "Classic has potential, but he's hesitant. He sees power as a responsibility, not a right. That makes him cautious, but also weak in the eyes of those who expect dominance."

Chris didn't react, only watching me with that sharp, unreadable gaze.

I didn't hesitate. "A natural ruler. She enforces your laws without question. She understands power, how to use it, and how to demand respect. But she rules with a blade, not with balance. A kingdom ruled only by fear eventually collapses."

Chris smirked, sitting back. "So neither of them is fit?"

I met his gaze. "Neither of them is you."

The fire crackled between us, filling the silence.

Chris let out a low chuckle, rubbing his chin. "That's the problem, isn't it?" He leaned his head back, exhaling slowly. "Perhaps I built something no one but I can maintain."

Then he shifted forward again, his smirk fading. "What if I leave it to them both?"

I lifted a brow. "To fight for it?"

Chris's gaze darkened. "To prove they deserve it. I will not hand them power. They will have to take it."

The weight of his words settled in the air like a final decree.

The throne would not be inherited.

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