How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 263

In the Literature Department, the pen name Mora was something of a legend.

Mora first made waves with an article published in the Rosefrost Gazette. Over time, more pieces appeared sporadically across major newspapers and popular magazines, even earning a spot in a celebrity interview segment. Despite the buzz, Mora's true identity remained a mystery.

So, when Dahlia suggested that newcomer Morwenna was the elusive Mora, the room went silent with shock.

"How could she possibly be Mora? I'm a huge fan, and I've devoured every piece she's written. To me, Mora feels like someone in their thirties, wise beyond their years after a lifetime of experiences. How could a freshman possibly have that depth?"

"And to think she'd impersonate Mora! Mora's debut was three years ago. Are you telling me she was crafting those masterpieces back in her junior year of high school?"

"Seems like you'd do anything to hype up your freshman star, huh?"

Regret washed over Dahlia as soon as the words left her mouth. Without solid proof, her claim had inadvertently turned Morwenna into a target.

After all, it was Dahlia who said Morwenna was Mora, not Morwenna herself.

Dahlia wanted to defend Morwenna, but the room's chaotic energy and the crowd's fervor made her reconsider. Supporting Morwenna was one thing, but going against the majority and inviting trouble upon herself was another matter entirely.

Keira stood silently behind Morwenna, lips pressed together in a firm line.

Lorna, visibly agitated, rolled up her sleeves, ready to defend her friend.

Morwenna had faced much harsher challenges in her life; compared to those, this was nothing. "Some of you have criticized my French, and I won't deny my flaws. But I believe I have strengths too. What we need in a Freshman Representative is a positive role model, and I think I can be that."

Morwenna's only skill was her writing, nurtured in the solitude of the mountains.

Even her submissions were made possible by Norbert, a friend to whom she'd write letters, and who'd help publish her work.

She never bragged about her talent or her background. But now, she felt it was time to reveal her pen name—not just for Campbell, but for her own hard-earned efforts. She wasn't ready to step down.

The crowd quieted down. To most, who was to be the Freshman Representative didn't really matter. It was always going to be one of the few popular candidates, and they knew they stood no chance themselves.