Married to the Secret Stanger

Charles Baker sat in his office, his frustration growing by the second.

Alexander King was untouchable.

No one dared to investigate him.

No one could find anything.

But Charles was not a man who gave up easily.

If he couldn't dig into Alexander, then he would dig into his family.

The King family was one of the wealthiest and most powerful families in the world.

And at the very top sat the matriarch—Eleanor King.

A woman in her late seventies, Eleanor ruled with an iron fist.

She was the true authority in the King family, the one who made the final decisions.

Her love for Alexander was well known.

But Charles wasn't interested in her love—he was interested in the scandals.

Charles dug into old records, and one name kept appearing—Nora King.

Alexander's biological mother.

She had died mysteriously when Alexander was only ten years old.

The official story?

"A tragic accident."

But whispers in the business world told a different story.

Rumors said Nora had been murdered.

But by who?

No one knew.

And one month later—just one month— Alexander's father, Jacob King, had remarried.

His new wife?

His former secretary, Vanessa.

And with her came Darren King, the half-brother who had always hated Alexander.

—

Charles kept digging, but something strange happened.

The moment he reached records from six years ago—

When Alexander had his accident—

Everything stopped.

There were no records of his treatment.

No information about where he had been for three years.

It was as if he had vanished.

And when he returned?

He was a crippled man in a wheelchair.

That was all anyone knew.

—

Charles leaned back in his chair, thinking.

If anyone hated Alexander enough to want him ruined, it was Darren King.

Darren had always lived in Alexander's shadow.

The illegitimate son who would never be good enough.

Even though Alexander was in a wheelchair, Darren still wasn't given power in the family.

The matriarch still favored Alexander.

Charles smirked.

If he couldn't take Alexander down…

Then maybe he could turn his own family against him.

And Darren King might just be his perfect weapon.

—

Meanwhile, at King Manor

Frederick walked into Alexander's study, his expression calm but serious.

"We have a problem."

Alexander looked up, swirling his glass of whiskey.

"Charles Baker?" he guessed.

Frederick smirked. "Of course."

Alexander sighed. "What's he doing now?"

Frederick placed a folder on the table.

"He's looking into the King family."

Alexander's fingers paused on his glass.

"Interesting."

Frederick continued, "He's found nothing on you, so now he's focusing on your mother's death, your father's second marriage, and Darren."

Alexander's expression darkened.

At the mention of his mother, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He had spent years searching for the truth behind her death.

And now?

Charles Baker was stepping into dangerous territory.

—

Alexander's Warning

Frederick hesitated before speaking again.

"Should I handle it?"

Alexander's voice was calm but deadly.

"No. Let him dig."

Frederick raised a brow.

"Sir?"

Alexander leaned back in his chair, smirking slightly.

"Let him walk into the fire. He thinks he's in control."

His fingers tapped against his desk.

"But once he gets too close… I'll show him what happens when you touch something that isn't yours."

Frederick smirked.

Charles Baker had no idea what kind of storm he was walking into.

And by the time he realized it—

It would be too late.