Married to the Secret Stanger

Charles Baker sat in his office, staring at his laptop screen as frustration boiled inside him.

For weeks, he had poured money into hiring private investigators, hackers, and underground contacts.

All to uncover something—anything— on Alexander King.

But every time, he got the same answer.

Nothing.

Alexander King's past was a dead end.

Every record was clean, every trace of his early life buried.

Even his accident six years ago?

There was no real documentation about where he was treated, how he recovered, or who had been involved.

It was like he had erased his own existence.

Charles clenched his fists and picked up his phone.

He dialed the number of his last resort—a highly skilled underground informant named Viper.

The call connected, but before Charles could speak, a shaky voice came through the line.

"Charles… I can't help you."

Charles frowned. "What do you mean? You haven't even tried—"

"No," Viper interrupted, his tone frantic. "I did try. And now I'm done."

Charles' grip tightened on the phone. "You're afraid?"

There was silence on the other end.

Then, a whisper.

"You don't understand. People have died trying to look into Alexander King. And I'm not ready to join them."

A cold chill ran down Charles' spine.

Viper took a deep breath. "Listen to me, Charles… drop this. Alexander King is a devil. And you don't mess with the devil."

The call ended abruptly.

Charles slowly put his phone down, his hands slightly trembling.

He had always thought he was a powerful man.

He had controlled people, manipulated them, ruined lives when necessary.

But Alexander King?

He was on a completely different level.

People weren't just refusing to investigate him—

They were terrified of even trying.

And the worst part?

Alexander had never threatened Charles directly.

He didn't need to.

Just the mere mention of his name was enough to make people disappear.

For the first time in his life…

Charles felt truly powerless.

Meanwhile, At the King multinational

Alexander sat in his private study, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his desk.

Frederick stood before him, a knowing smirk on his face.

"It seems Charles Baker has hit a dead end," Frederick reported.

Alexander's lips curled into a faint smile.

"Good."

He had known exactly what Charles was trying to do.

And he had let him waste his time and resources—only to end up with nothing.

Frederick continued, "Word is, even the underground refuses to touch your past. No one dares to dig."

Alexander leaned back in his chair, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Let that be a lesson."

He never needed to warn people.

His reputation spoke for itself.