Married to the Secret Stanger

Joanne laughed as she clinked glasses with Diana.

It had been a long week, and Diana insisted they go out for drinks.

"This is what you need, babe," Diana grinned, sipping her cocktail. "Forget about work, forget about that crazy family of yours, and just enjoy."

Joanne chuckled, shaking her head.

She picked up her drink, completely unaware that someone was watching her.

Sophia.

Sitting in the farthest booth, hidden behind the dim lights of the club.

Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she watched Joanne take a sip.

Perfect.

It didn't take long.

Joanne's head started to feel light.

Her vision blurred, and her body felt strange.

She tried to focus, but the club lights spun in dizzying circles.

Something was wrong.

"Diana…" she murmured, reaching for her friend.

Diana was slumped over the table, completely unconscious.

Joanne's breath hitched.

What… what's happening?

She tried to stand, but her legs felt weak.

Strong hands grabbed her.

A low voice whispered, "Don't fight it, sweetheart."

Panic surged through her drugged mind.

No…

She struggled, but her body wasn't responding.

The man dragged her toward the exit, leading her into the dark alley behind the club.

Sophia watched from the shadows, smirking.

Good.

By morning, Joanne Baker's name would be ruined.

But Sophia Forgot One Thing…

Just as the man pushed Joanne toward a waiting car—

A dozen figures emerged from the darkness.

Dressed in black.

Silent. Deadly.

Alexander's men.

The air turned ice-cold.

A sharp, powerful voice cut through the night.

"Where do you think you're taking my wife?"

The man froze in terror.

The last thing he saw before his world turned to black—

Was Alexander King's cold, murderous gaze.

Meanwhile, In the Car....

Joanne felt hot.

Her body burned with an unbearable heat.

She whimpered, her mind clouded.

Alexander sat beside her, his jaw clenched.

He knew the symptoms.

She had been drugged.

But nothing prepared him for what happened next.

Joanne turned to him, her eyes glazed with desire.

Her delicate hands traced over his chest, her breath shaky.

"A-Alexander…" she whispered.

She needed him.

Her fingers gripped his suit, pulling him closer.

"Please…help me" she begged, her lips dangerously close to his.

Alexander's entire body tensed.

He could handle enemies, assassins, betrayal.

But this?

Joanne begging for his touch?

His control snapped.

The car drove into the night—