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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

They didn't debate color palettes or flowers.

They barely talked about the wedding at all.

Instead, one evening over takeout and bare feet on the coffee table, Will looked at Eliza and asked, "What do you want our life to look like?"

She pushed a noodle around her plate with her chopsticks, eyes distant.

"You mean five years from now? Ten?"

"I mean tomorrow. A year from tomorrow. Fifty, if we're lucky."

She gave him a look — sharp, assessing.

Not because she didn't want to answer.

Because she wanted to get it right.

"I want to keep building," she said finally. "But slower. More intentionally. I want to invest in people, not just markets."

He smiled. "You sound like a nonprofit director."

"I've been sleeping with one. It's contagious."

Will chuckled, then set his box down and leaned toward her.

"I want kids someday," he said gently. "Maybe not now. But… it's something I think about."

Then, "I don't know if I'll be any good at that."

He reached for her hand. "You don't have to be good. You just have to be real. I've watched you mentor interns, negotiate with bull-headed execs, help Lydia navigate press fallout, and still have the presence of mind to make sure I eat actual food during long weeks."

"That's love," he corrected. "The quiet kind. The real kind."

She squeezed his hand but didn't look at him. "I'm afraid I'll lose myself. That I'll soften so much I won't recognize who I used to be."

Will shifted closer, brushing his thumb along her knuckles.

"You're not losing anything, Eliza. You're becoming. Power doesn't have to be armor anymore."

He kissed her temple. "And I'll be right here. When it gets messy. When it gets hard. When it gets real."

She closed her eyes, pressed her forehead to his.

Later that night, she lay beside him in bed, tracing the lines of his chest, still thinking.

"What if I never get it all right?" she whispered.

He didn't open his eyes. Just laced their fingers together.

"Then we get it wrong," he said. "Together."

But in the stillness, with rain ticking against the windows and her hand resting over his heart, they both understood:

The first step wasn't down an aisle.

It was choosing, every day, to stay.

Chapter 33: First Steps, Not Final Answers