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

These two chapters are a bonus to celebrate the new collection received , and I will stand by my word and release two extra chapters for each new collection received 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

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The office lights were low — just the soft glow from her floor lamp and the city spilling through glass behind her. Everything else was shadows and silence.

Eliza looked up, brows pinching. She hadn't called for anyone. Hadn't expected—

Will stepped out, jacket slung over one shoulder, his tie undone, hair slightly wind-tossed from the walk.

He shrugged, walking in. "I had a meeting uptown. I figured I'd see if the Ice Queen still kept late hours."

She smirked faintly, but something deeper flickered beneath it.

"I wanted to see your face when I didn't."

He dropped his jacket on the leather chair. Took in the sharp elegance of the room — cool, clinical, all clean lines and power.

"You've been in this fortress all day."

"I can tell." He stepped closer. "You look like you haven't breathed since lunch."

She opened her mouth to snap something—then stopped.

She really hadn't breathed. Not in the way he meant.

Will circled behind her desk slowly, his fingers brushing the edge. She turned in her chair, watching him like he was part threat, part cure.

"You can't just show up here and—"

Her throat worked. But no sound came out.

He kissed her neck. Soft. Warm. His hands slid along her hips, slow and knowing.

"I'm not doing this to distract you. I'm doing this because I see you."

She turned in her chair fully, standing now. Chest to chest.

"You really think this is the right time?" she murmured.

"No," he said. "But I think it's real time."

And when he kissed her again—deep, hungry, lingering—it wasn't rushed.

It was a reminder that in a world full of narrative, only one thing was true:

Her hands curled into his hair. His mouth trailed fire along her throat. There was no performance, no perfection — just sweat, breath, soft moans swallowed in kisses, her body arching against his like her heart had nowhere else to go.

When it was over, her blouse hung off one shoulder. His pants were half on. And her desk bore the evidence of a love that refused to be boxed into balance sheets.

She looked up at him, dazed and flushed.

"You're going to be the death of my work ethic."

He grinned, chest rising fast. "Good. Your work ethic needs a vacation."

She laughed. Really laughed. And then leaned forward, pulling his face into the crook of her neck.

Chapter 48 – “His Shirt on Her Desk”