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.

white shirt stained with fresh blood, a

a man with an eyepatch, brandishing a knife, seemingly interrogating Stuart. Stuart

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

fists tightly, making no sound as

level of security made it clear they were deeply

breathing. What

himself would soon return, making her

her

were harming Stuart. She couldn't wait any

and even notified Fletcher, but either party would

resolve, Morwenna moved away from the

be exposed, she'd confront them one by one, starting with the man

could rescue Stuart, she would try. If not, she would face capture alongside him and wait for the