Married Off to a Savage, I Returned with Billions to Crush hi

To plug a three-billion-dollar hole in the company accounts, my biological brother and my fiancé conspired to sell me off to the "Barbarian" of the Northwestern mines.

The entire capital waited with bated breath, assuming I was rotting in purgatory, eager to laugh at my misery.

But they didn't know the truth. They didn't know that the rough, savage man they mocked would tuck my freezing feet against his chest on snowy, wind-battered nights to warm them. They didn't know he would run hundreds of kilometers just to find me fresh strawberries.