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.

chair, his white shirt stained with fresh blood, a shallow cut marking

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

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

fists tightly, making no sound as

clear they were deeply wary of

hitched her breathing. What should she

wise. But she couldn't delay either. The man who'd gone to relieve himself would soon return, making her odds even worse. Moreover, from her

her

Stuart. She

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

on her resolve, Morwenna moved away from the

to be exposed, she'd confront

rescue Stuart, she would try. If not, she would face