How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

In the dead of night, Morwenna crept forward, silent as a shadow.

Her years of navigating rugged terrains had honed her stealth, blending her into the darkness and making her nearly invisible.

It wasn't until she was almost upon him that the man, flicking the last embers from his cigarette, turned his head.

With a swift strike of her steel pipe, the man merely grunted, too stunned to cry for help or see who had hit him, before collapsing to the ground. Morwenna grabbed his collar, gently easing his body down to avoid any noise that might alert others inside the factory.

She then crouched near the metal door, peering through the crack.

What she saw then was a blow to her heart.

There was Stuart, bound and restrained.

The fantasy that perhaps there had been a mistake with his location, or that his phone had merely been lost, evaporated. It was undeniable now.

fresh blood, a shallow cut marking his neck.

stood a man with an eyepatch, brandishing a knife, seemingly interrogating Stuart. Stuart remained silent, and the man sliced the

Stuart was eerily calm, more akin to a sovereign on his

no sound as

security made it clear they were deeply

her breathing.

either. The man who'd gone to relieve himself would soon return, making her odds even worse. Moreover, from her observations, they checked for disturbances every twenty minutes. Only thirteen

her

She

had already alerted the police and even notified Fletcher, but either party would need time to reach this remote

Morwenna moved away from the door,

going to be exposed, she'd confront them one

would try. If not, she would face capture alongside him and wait