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.

crept into the city, chaos ensued after

leaving chaos in his wake,

cool beauty, standing out against the backdrop of the war-torn debris, was a sharp

panic, he rushed to her side, pulling her

the dust and disarray,

they ran hand in hand. Morwenna,

in him Stuart, always there

snapped his pen, its tip piercing his palm, ink staining his fingers in

him of the car accident he'd engineered, not out of malice, but a misguided attempt to

cleaned the ink, his

he got from Morwenna, their relationship, it was all based on

nearby jumped at Stuart's sudden movement, nervously suggesting, "Mr. Hetfield, if... if you're not enjoying the play, we could switch to another performance." Stuart gave the stage a long, cold look before replying, "It's fine. No change

more but chose silence

youthful appearance, the weight of his presence was

the play that had previously been