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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

The gala was being held at the same rooftop venue as last year.

Will noticed first—when the invite arrived in its thick ivory envelope and he read the address twice, then once again, just to be sure.

Eliza's expression when she saw it was unreadable.

Like memory brushing too close to the skin.

"I don't have to go," she'd said, twirling the card between her fingers as they sat on the edge of their bed, morning sun soft on her thighs.

Will looked up from buttoning his shirt. "You don't have to do anything."

A beat. Her lips lifted, slow and dry.

"Except change the world. And show up to things in high heels."

He smirked. "And let me remind you what you looked like in them afterward."

Same skyline. Same glossy crowd. Same glittering tension that once lived in every corner of that rooftop like static.

But this time, when they arrived—

No curiosity.No calculation.No cold glances traded across a crowded bar.

Just fingers laced. Shoulders aligned. Her name—Eliza Bennett—on the guest list beside his.

"Déjà vu?" he murmured into her ear as they approached the elevator.

She shrugged, lips brushing his jaw. "I prefer sequels."

Will found the exact spot he'd stood last year—by the glass railing, sipping overpriced whiskey, watching her hold the room like gravity.

Only this time, no distance between them.

"You know," he said, "I think I hated you a little that night."

She sipped her drink. "I think I was hoping you would."

They exchanged smiles that carried no heat, only fondness. Understanding.

"I didn't understand you," he said.

She turned, her eyes catching the city's light.

For a long moment, they said nothing.

Laid her head against his shoulder. Closed her eyes.

"Do you ever wonder how it would've gone if we hadn't met here?" she asked.

"No," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Because we did."

By the end of the night, they danced—slow, off-rhythm, slightly buzzed. She kicked off her heels and stood on his toes, like some part of her had always wanted to but never dared.

And somewhere beneath them all, two people who once mistook tension for danger held each other like peace.

Just the moment where it all began again.

Chapter 42 – “Where It All Began Again”