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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

Eliza shot Will a look over the rim of her tea mug. "You just like that it sounds like a sexy space pirate."

"Well, I'm not saying that's a bad thing."

They were curled up on the couch again, the same one where she'd first told him she was staying. Her head rested against his chest, his hand settled absently over her now-visible bump.

Names had become their latest obsession.

Not baby clothes, not strollers, not nursery décor.

Every night, they tossed them around like dice, letting meaning and memory guide the picks. Sometimes laughing. Sometimes arguing. Sometimes falling into a long, quiet stillness that said more than words ever could.

"No, but you're not safe. Our kid won't be either."

She raised a brow. "You want a dangerous name?"

He considered. "A name with teeth. Something strong. Grounded."

"Grounded? You once tried to name him Cassian."

They didn't tell anyone yet, but Lydia had started to guess. She'd FaceTimed the other night, narrowed her eyes at Eliza's face, and asked point-blank, "Why do you look smug? And maternal? Are you pregnant?"

Eliza had nearly dropped the phone.

Will had laughed in the background and said, "No comment."

They weren't keeping it a secret out of fear. Just… holding it close. Letting it be theirs for a little longer.

That night, as Eliza slid into bed, she turned to Will and asked, "What if we don't get it right?"

He was brushing his fingers through her hair. "The name?"

He didn't flinch. Didn't answer with a joke or a soft dodge.

Instead, he wrapped her up in his arms and whispered, "Then we try again. And again. And again. Until what we build is better than what we feared."

She pressed her forehead against his chest, eyes closed.

Will smiled. "We'll know it when we say it."

Because some truths don't need a name to be real.

Chapter 54 – “Every Name but One”