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.

Everyone was buzzing with excitement for the grand opening, all except for Dahlia. Her family had been pestering her to get in touch with the Hetfield family through Morwenna, but with Keira practically glued to Morwenna's side, finding a moment alone with her had proved impossible.

Dahlia's frustration was becoming palpable, her normally stoic face growing darker by the day. Yet, to most, this was just Dahlia being Dahlia, her mood swings nothing out of the ordinary.

Only Keira, shy and reticent, seemed to sense the brewing storm, keeping a wary distance from Dahlia's darkening cloud.

As the group discussed final preparations for the opening, Morwenna's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Alright, the decor's all set. All that's left is the sign and some sort of performance for the grand opening to make it a real bash."

Barclay immediately volunteered, "I can take care of the sign. I'll have one delivered tonight."

Campbell, always the pragmatist, countered, "No need to splash out on a fancy 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 banner it is. Thanks, Campbell."

The idea of adding a performance to

the opening ineup left them

momentarily stumped. Morwenna had been inspired by a supermarket opening in her hometown that featured a lion dance, a spectacle that had thrilled her as a child.

After a brief silence, Lorna suggested, "Keira, Dahlia, you two have been trained in the fine arts, right? Maybe you could perform something."

Dahlia flatly refused, not keen on the idea of turning herself into a spectacle.

Keira, timid as ever, hesitated before admitting, "I... I can dance."

Lorna gave her an encouraging pat on the back. "Perfect. What about the rest of you? Any hidden talents?"Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Barclay, the quintessential playboy, had none to offer. Campbell shrugged, equally at a loss. Lorna joked about her prowess in fistfights, hardly appropriate for the occasion.

With options running thin, Morwenna quipped, "How about I break a block of concrete with my chest?"

Laughter erupted around the room,

dispelling the brief tension. In that moment, their collective spirit embodied the essence of college dife - a blend of ambition, camaraderie, and the relentless pursuit of dreams, no matter how outlandish they seemed.