Unveiling the king

The gala ended in a whirlwind of conversations, admiration, and speculation. But for Joanne, the real shock came after the event.

Seated in the luxurious backseat of Alexander's private car, she finally allowed herself to relax. The entire night had been a game of power—one she never imagined herself playing.

Yet, she had won.

Beside her, Alexander was silent, his sharp gaze fixed on the city lights flashing past the window. His presence was overwhelming even when he wasn't speaking.

Joanne turned slightly to face him. "So… you're not just some wealthy heir."

Alexander didn't react immediately. Then, he glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "What gave it away?"

Joanne let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "The way people looked at you. The way they feared you." Her voice softened. "You're Alexander King. The CEO of King Multinational."

A smirk ghosted his lips. "Took you long enough."

Joanne's breath caught. He wasn't just wealthy. He was powerful. The kind of power that made men bow and women shiver.

The realization sent a shiver down her spine.

"You didn't think to mention it?" she asked, trying to keep her voice even.

Alexander tilted his head slightly, his gaze assessing. "Would it have changed your decision?"

Joanne hesitated. Would it have?

Maybe. Maybe not.

But what mattered now was that she had no idea what kind of man she had just married.

Alexander leaned in slightly, his voice low and deliberate. "You wanted revenge. You wanted a marriage that would shake your enemies." His dark eyes locked onto hers. "You got exactly what you asked for, Joanne."

Joanne swallowed hard.

Had she just signed a deal with the devil?