Fahama_Rizwan

He believes in purpose.
She believes in power.
Neither believes in love — until they collide.

When idealistic nonprofit founder Will Bennett locks eyes with Eliza Darcy, the tech world's coldest CEO, it's not sparks that fly — it's shrapnel.

She calls his life’s work charity cosplay.
He calls her emotionless corporate ice.
But fate—and a high-stakes pitch—throws them back together.

Behind her glass empire and polished armor, Eliza hides a past built on abandonment and ambition. She’s clawed her way to the top by trusting no one and feeling nothing. Will? He builds futures from the ground up, with nothing but heart, grit, and maddening optimism.

Their attraction is inconvenient. Their chemistry is undeniable.
And when secrets, scandals, and a media storm threaten everything they know, both must choose:

Hold their pride.
Or risk it all to melt the ice between them.

Slow-burn. Sharp banter. Soul-deep connection.
Beneath Her Ice is a steamy enemies-to-lovers CEO romance about breaking barriers, rewriting power, and choosing vulnerability in a world that worships control.
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This work is based on my thoughts , about how I wanted this to go not on what is the norm out there , this one is truly close to my heart after "The Servant's Son" .
I hope you all out there would also come to love this one , as it contains bits from my vision of love .

Beneath Her Ice

The morning after she said yes, Eliza Darcy walked into her boardroom wearing her usual heels, her usual unshakable calm...and a diamond ring so elegant it made the headlines by lunchtime.

"Darcy Engaged," the subheads screamed."To nonprofit founder.""From Ice Queen to Partner?""Is Eliza Going Soft?"

She didn't respond to a single article.

Will watched the internet erupt while sipping espresso at his desk, phone lighting up with texts like:

CHARLOTTE: You couldn't wait until after the quarterly review?JAN: I'm crying. He's crying. We're all crying.LYDIA: So when's the bachelorette? And can we get a joint TikTok now orrrrrr?

WILL:You okay?ELIZA:They'll get used to it. Or they won't. Either way, I'm not taking it off.

They just lived — in that liminal space between "Yes" and "I do."

Until the world wanted a piece of their peace.

The first blow came from a business magazine.

"Can You Trust a CEO in Love?"

The cover showed Eliza in grayscale — powerful, unreadable, and cold.

The article painted her engagement as a distraction. A softness. A potential liability to shareholders.

It pissed Will off more than it rattled Eliza.

But that didn't mean she wasn't rattled.

That night, as they cooked dinner in silence, he watched her slice vegetables with surgical precision.

"I don't care what they say," he told her gently.

"You don't have to prove anything to them."

She placed the knife down slowly. "I'm not trying to prove anything."

And her voice was raw in a way only he got to hear.

"I'm trying not to lose everything I've built."

Will stepped closer. "You're not. You're expanding it."

Then she said, quietly, "I want both, Will. You and the world I made."

He cupped her cheek. "Then let's show them how that looks."

The next day, she did.

She walked into a shareholder meeting with Will by her side — not to ask permission.

To present a joint tech-philanthropy initiative under both their names.

And watching her command the room with fire in her eyes and a ring on her hand, Will didn't feel like a man behind a powerful woman.

Chapter 32: Fiancés and Firestorms