How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Campbell, as the Student Council Vice President, was always in a buzz of activity.

But the moment he heard Morwenna was looking for him, he bolted to her side without a second thought.

Everyone said Morwenna was so close with her grandpa, but Campbell knew better. That grandpa? Oh, he was no ordinary grandpa - he was Norbert Hetfield!

Rushing into the auditorium, Campbell greeted her with a broad, friendly smile. "Hey, freshman, what's up? You needed me for something?"

Morwenna looked a bit apologetic. "I'm sorry to bother you. I was just wondering when our off-campus lead will come for the rehearsal. We haven't even seen the script yet, and I'm worried we won't have enough time to prepare."

Campbell smacked his forehead in realization.

His brother was a movie star, a whiz at memorizing scripts. He only needed to call him in a couple of hours before the show to run through the lines, but Morwenna had never acted before. She needed to get that script down pat.

Without further ado, Campbell fetched the script and handed it to Morwenna. "Here, take a look at this over the next few days. Our off-campus lead might only make it on the day of the welcome dinner, but don't worry, I guarantee he'll nail this play. We'll give you guys an hour to sync up."

Morwenna's mouth fell open slightly. "An hour... Is that enough to put on a good performance?"

a natural actor. Just memorize your lines, and he'll guide you through the rest. He's just tied up with some stuff these days, can't make it sooner." With no other choice, Morwenna

a call," Campbell offered. "Thank you so much," Morwenna said, jotting

was warm

fond of her. She was

Morwenna, Campbell made a

"Bro, remember what I told you? You need to be

how much I could make from commercial appearances? And you want me to ditch that to play dress-up with you and a bunch of kids?" Campbell was adamant. “I don't care. If you don't show, I'm

you've got some nerve, threatening your own

just a short play. Come in two hours early to go over your lines, and you'll be fine. Oh, and I heard through the grapevine that Stuart's going to be

"Why would I lie?"

"Fine, I'll be there."

was keen on sticking close to

thought of attending Rosefrost University's event suddenly didn't seem too bad, especially if it meant avoiding a