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

I still await new collections , If you like the story and want even more bonus chapters then kindly keep on adding to the Library, and I hope you'll stick with me to the end 😇😇😇😇.

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Will found the email buried between a donor report and a site plan draft. Just a few polite lines from a UK-based global initiative — a job, fully funded, leading their international equity program out of London.

He reread it three times before closing his laptop.

And didn't mention it for two days.

When he finally told Eliza, it was after dinner — takeout Thai, their chopsticks still resting on crumpled napkins.

She was stretched on the couch, barefoot in leggings, glasses on, hair in a messy bun. Disarmed. Relaxed. His.

"I got an offer," he said quietly.

Her expression didn't change — not much. Just the tiniest flicker around her eyes, like a candle catching its breath.

He nodded. "Two years. Big platform. Big reach."

She sat up slowly. Pulled her knees in. "Do you want it?"

"I'm not going to beg you to stay."

"That's... not what I expected you to say."

She swallowed. "I love you. You know that. And I don't want you to go. But I also know what it's like to turn down something huge because of fear. I'll never ask you to choose me over your purpose."

Will sat beside her, elbows on his knees. "That's the problem. You are my purpose, too."

"I'm not a cause, Will. I'm a person. And this life we're building — it's not a cage."

There was no anger on her face. Just heartbreak tucked behind control.

He reached for her hand. Held it tight.

She leaned into his side, their foreheads pressed together.

They didn't make a decision that night.

One heart beating too fast. One holding too still.

No promises. No drama. Just a long, quiet ache under the skin — the kind that comes when love and ambition sit across the table and stare each other down.

Chapter 49 – “The First Almost Goodbye”