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

a knife, seemingly interrogating Stuart. Stuart remained silent, and the man sliced the knife across Stuart's

Stuart was eerily calm, more akin to

no sound as she quickly assessed the situation. Five men were guarding Stuart inside the

of security made it clear

hitched her breathing.

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

her

harming Stuart. She

but either party would need

down on her resolve, Morwenna moved away

to be exposed, she'd confront them

she would face capture alongside him