Married to the Secret Stanger

Charles Baker sat in his dimly lit office, the phone pressed against his ear.

A smug smile played on his lips as he listened to the ringing tone.

Then, a voice answered.

"Who is this?" The tone was cold, impatient.

Charles chuckled. "Darren King. Just the man I wanted to speak to."

There was silence on the other end.

Then, Darren's voice came again, laced with suspicion.

"What do you want?"

Charles leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.

"I want to talk about Alexander King."

Another pause.

Then Darren laughed—a dry, bitter laugh.

"You must be stupid or suicidal if you think I'll go against him."

Charles smirked. "Oh, but wouldn't you like to see him fall?"

Darren sat in his luxurious penthouse, gripping his phone tightly.

Of course, he hated Alexander.

That bastard had everything.

Even after being crippled, he still held power.

The matriarch adored him.

The business world still respected him.

And Darren?

Despite being Jacob King's legitimate son, he was treated as a second-rate heir.

All because of Alexander.

Charles Baker's voice brought him back.

Charles' voice was smooth and calculating.

"I know for a fact that you've never been given true authority in the King family."

Darren's jaw clenched. "And?"

Charles smirked. "Help me take Alexander down, and I'll make sure you get everything you've ever wanted."

Darren leaned back, his fingers drumming on the table.

He wasn't stupid.

Alexander wasn't someone you simply took down.

People had tried.

People had died.

But…

What if Charles actually had a real plan?

"What's in it for you?" Darren asked.

Charles chuckled. "Oh, nothing much. Just business opportunities and access to King Multinational's resources."

Darren scoffed. "You want to use me."

Charles didn't deny it. "We use each other. That's how business works."

Darren hesitated.

His hatred for Alexander ran deep.

But was it worth the risk?

Meanwhile, at King Manor

Frederick placed a tablet in front of Alexander, the screen showing a live call transcript.

Alexander's gaze flickered over the text.

Charles Baker.

Darren King.

His lips curled into a mocking smirk.

Frederick folded his arms. "Charles is getting desperate."

Alexander swirled his whiskey. "Of course he is. He lost his leverage."

Frederick's eyes darkened. "Should we shut it down now?"

Alexander's voice was calm, but deadly.

"No."

Frederick raised an eyebrow. "Sir?"

Alexander leaned back, his fingers tapping the glass.

"Let Charles think he's winning. Let Darren believe he has a chance."

A slow, dangerous smirk formed on his lips.

"Then, when they get too comfortable…"

His icy blue eyes gleamed.

"I'll crush them both."