Married to the Secret Stanger

Late one night, after a long series of meetings, Alexander made his way home. Alexander made his way home, passing Joanne's room door it was slightly ajar.

Alexander pused on his track. And looked inside through the small space where he saw Joanne's sat on the bed with a see through night wear, She was working on a design.

Alexander looked at her his throat tightened.His eyes tracing every inch of her body. "God" He whispered, before walking to his room.

As Alexander's door made a closing sound. Joanne looked up in shock, that was when she saw her door was slightly open. Then She went to close it.

Back in Alexander's room he stood behind his door till he hears her closed her door. Then he picked his phone to call Frederick.

"Frederick." Alexander's voice was low, his usual calm demeanor masking the intensity in his gaze.

Frederick picked up, sensing the change in his boss's tone. "Yes, sir?"

"I need you to look into Joanne's mother's medical bills. Find out how much is owed, and if there's any way I can assist… without her knowing."

Frederick stayed silent, clearly surprised. "You want to help her, but you don't want her to know?"

Alexander's jaw tightened. "I've been keeping an eye on her. She's too proud to ask for help. And I'm not giving her the option to refuse. She'll accept it if it comes from someone she doesn't know."

Frederick nodded, understanding. "Understood, sir. I'll get started right away."

Alexander dropped the call, his mind still consumed by thoughts of Joanne.

Why was she keeping this from him? Was it pride? Or was there something more?

It didn't matter. She needed help, and he would make sure she got it.

—

A Plan in Motion

The next day, Frederick returned to Alexander's office with the information he had gathered.

"I've taken care of it," he said, handing Alexander a folder with the details. "The full amount has been cleared. Your donation to the hospital has been processed."

Alexander's expression remained unreadable. "How did you manage to keep it anonymous?"

Frederick smirked slightly. "A few clever transfers. No one will trace it back to you, sir. The hospital will just report the payments as 'anonymous benefactors.'"

Alexander nodded, his thoughts still focused on Joanne. She wouldn't know that her mother's bills were covered. He would make sure of it.

But the lingering question in his mind was this—why did he care so much?

He wasn't supposed to care about her. This was a contract, a transaction. But with each passing day, the line between duty and desire blurred, and he found himself wanting more.

—

Later that evening, Joanne received a call from the hospital. Just when she was getting ready to live the office.

The voice on the other end was polite but firm. "Miss Baker, we wanted to inform you that your mother's bills have been taken care of. There's no need for any further payments."

Joanne froze, her heart skipping a beat. "What do you mean? Who—"

The receptionist interrupted gently. "It appears that anonymous benefactors have covered the entire amount. You should be receiving an official letter shortly. Please rest assured, everything has been settled."

Joanne's mind raced. She had no idea who could have done this. She didn't know anyone with that kind of power, especially not someone who would remain anonymous.

Could it have been Alexander?

Her thoughts were scattered as she went back home. She hadn't asked for help, but someone had given it to her anyway.

—

The Unseen Connection

In the shadows of his office, Alexander sat alone, staring at the file on his desk. His plan had worked. Joanne's bills had been paid, and she would never know the truth.

But for some reason, a feeling of emptiness lingered.

As much as he tried to convince himself this was the right move, the silence between them felt heavier now. He wasn't sure if it was the invisible bond between them that was pulling at him or the unknown consequences of his actions.