How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart rifled through the shattered glass for the colorful capsules, prying each one open to reveal the small and rolled-up messages within. Messages penned by Morwenna, filled with wishes and blessings in her serious and deliberate writing.

His fingers were already cut and bleeding from the shards, but he seemed unfazed as he continued to read.

The blood stained the little paper slips, the vibrant capsules smeared with a melancholic beauty.

After opening them all, Stuart collected the pieces, a sense of madness creeping over him.

He couldn't believe he was so captivated by these simple tokens of affection.

He had planned to keep her at arm's length, but he just couldn't help getting closer.

Never in his life had Stuart felt this way. Until now, the only thing he struggled to control was his malice.

But Morwenna was too unique.

Her scent, her personality, and even her looks were extraordinary in Stuart's eyes.

She was more than just a tranquilizer to him.

So, not long after Fletcher had left, Stuart called him back.

exasperated, complained, "Stuart, can we not do this in the middle of the

with blood, suddenly turned earnest as he

was serious about Morwenna, "Stuart, is that wise? She's too pure,

torn. He had hoped that Stuart and Morwenna could make it work superficially, so she could still have her

target for those harboring ill intentions towards him. She was

knew it

to end badly, and anyone close to him was

Yet, Stuart was selfish.

days was

go, but now, I've changed my mind." he declared

to Hetfield's

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at a birthday party and having barely eaten, Morwenna decided

her sorrow into

herself on food would

that the

unpredictable, his moods shifting faster than summer

bowl as big as her head, was about to take a huge