How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

No matter how grim Stuart's expression was, the play had to go on.

It all started at a movie premiere. A wealthy young man, from the moment he laid eyes on the actress on stage, was utterly smitten. His open-hearted pursuit, against her cool indifference, lit up the audience with intrigue and admiration.

Murmurs spread through the crowd.

"I swear, I'm gonna cry. The guy's totally lovesick."

"And she's just ice, isn't she? Turning down a catch like him."

"If I were as gorgeous as she is, I'd play hard to get too."

Stuart's brooding mood lifted slightly at the scene unfolding on stage.

But soon, the atmosphere shifted, the background darkening.

The old-money rules forbade the young heir from falling for an actress.

Family objections, society's gossip. Despite the negativity, the young man remained positive.

into the city, chaos ensued after an aerial raid during one of

terrified cabby bolted, leaving chaos in his wake, screams filled the

backdrop of the

panic, he rushed

disarray, her

hand in hand. Morwenna, seeing Matthew's figure,

in him Stuart, always there to rescue her

in the audience, Stuart snapped his pen, its tip piercing his palm, ink staining his fingers in a strangely beautiful

engineered, not out of malice, but a

furiously cleaned the ink, his

he got from Morwenna, their relationship, it was all based on a lie... A

sudden movement, nervously suggesting, "Mr. Hetfield, if... if you're not enjoying the play, we could switch to another performance." Stuart

principal wanted to say more but chose silence

Stuart's youthful appearance, the weight

there something wrong with the play that had previously been putting Mr. Hetfield to sleep,