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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

She controlled meetings, markets, her emotions, her image. She knew how to suppress tremors of fear, mask affection with sarcasm, and bury uncertainty beneath ambition. But nothing—nothing—prepared her for the flutter that danced beneath her skin that morning.

She was in the middle of a call, pacing in front of the windows with her phone tucked between shoulder and ear, when it happened.

"I'm sorry, I—" she blinked, completely thrown off. "I need to call you back."

She hung up without waiting for a reply and pressed a hand to her stomach. Still. Nothing. Had she imagined it?

It was subtle, almost like bubbles brushing from the inside. But real. And hers.

Her fingers tightened slightly. Her throat did something unfamiliar—clenched, then softened. She walked to the mirror, lifted the hem of her shirt, and stared at herself. At them. At this life she was carrying not as a liability, but as a future.

"Babe?" he asked, leaning through the door. "You okay? You hung up on Spence mid-pitch."

Eliza turned toward him, eyes wide, a little shaken.

Will's expression melted from confusion to awe in a single second. He crossed the room in two strides and dropped to his knees in front of her, his palms spreading gently across her belly like she might vanish if he moved too fast.

And then, as if on cue, another nudge.

Will's breath hitched. "Oh my god."

Eliza laughed through a tear she hadn't realized escaped. "I know."

They stayed like that, her standing, him kneeling before her, as the city pulsed quietly around them.

Proof of something they'd created together. Proof that they weren't the same people who met across a boardroom. That they weren't just ambition and ice and banter and damage.

Chapter 59 – “On the Other Side of a Kick”