How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

"Just because I said I wasn't competitive, doesn't mean I won't vie for a scholarship," Dahlia remarked, her tone tinged with disbelief.

She thought Morwenna just didn't get it. She didn't understand the magnitude of being part of the prestigious Hetfield family.

"To have the Hetfield name behind you, and still live so modestly," she couldn't help but express her confusion to Morwenna. "Do you even grasp the scale of the Hetfield empire?" Dahlia pressed. Morwenna nodded. "Of course, I do."

Initially, when they were just getting their marriage license, she had no clue. She thought the mansions at Windcharm Villas were akin to the fanciest houses in a quaint village, nothing more.

But now, she understood. The villas at Windcharm weren't something you could just buy with a wad of cash.

Dahlia frowned. "If you know, then why bother competing for 'Prom Queen' or stressing over a scholarship? It's pocket change to us."

For anyone born into wealth like them, a scholarship was hardly worth noting.

Morwenna was married to a Hetfield, why fuss over such trivialities?

Morwenna explained earnestly. "Stuart is Stuart, and what's mine is mine.

from Stuart, she

repay Norbert Hetfield's generosity. Learning of the

internally, dismissing

divide things so clearly after marriage? Isn't

her eyes, no one was genuinely above it all. Even Dahlia herself, usually

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drop it. The Nelsons and their holier-than-thou attitude," Lorna interjected, rolling her eyes. "Looking down

the charge for Morwenna's support club. Keira, don't you dare slow

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