How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Adelaide's life seemed to have crumbled into oblivion. Her home, her love, her everything vanished into thin air, leaving her starkly alone in a world that felt increasingly foreign and hostile.

Beneath her serene facade, a storm of madness brewed, churning with dark thoughts of vengeance. She was a survivor, and she would not rest until she had exacted her revenge on those who wronged her.

...

Two days later at Rosefrost University.

Morwenna was on the brink of opening her very own parcel collection service. To cut costs, she had taken a DIY approach to the entire setup, sourcing materials and putting everything together with the help of her roommates and a close-knit group of friends, including the ever-helpful Barclay Campbell.

Even those who had supported Morwenna in her unlikely bid for campus queen were pitching in with the promotions. It had been a while since the university had seen such collective enthusiasm for a personal venture. Morwenna's quiet, unassuming nature belied a vibrant energy that seemed to draw people in, igniting their passion and camaraderie.

buzzing with excitement for the grand opening, all except for Dahlia. Her family had been pestering her to get in touch with

stoic face growing darker by the day. Yet, to most, this was just Dahlia being Dahlia, her mood swings

brewing storm, keeping a wary distance from

all set.

can take care of the

sign. I know someone in the advertising department who can hook us up with a banner at virtually no cost." Morwenna, ever the penny-pincher, beamed at the suggestion. "That settles it then. A

had been inspired by a supermarket opening in her hometown that featured a lion dance, a spectacle that had thrilled her as

Lorna suggested, "Keira, Dahlia, you two have been trained in