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 moonlight filtered through gauzy curtains, casting soft silver lines across their bedroom. Eliza lay awake, one hand splayed across her stomach, feeling the gentle pressure of movement within. The baby had been restless tonight—little kicks, occasional rolls like waves cresting in her belly.

Beside her, Will was quiet but not asleep. She could feel his hand over hers, warm and steady.

"Yeah." His voice was rough with sleep. "She's practicing her rebellion."

"She gets that from you," Eliza murmured, turning toward him.

They were quiet for a moment. Then Will spoke again, a little hesitant. "We haven't talked about names."

"I know," she said softly. "I've been thinking about it."

Will shifted, propping himself on an elbow. "Okay. Hit me."

"I don't want something cold," Eliza began. "Or severe. Not like how I was raised. I want warmth in it. I want it to feel like… like what we've made."

"I've been going through all these name lists," she continued. "Looking at meanings. Origins. Family ones, too. But nothing felt right. Not until a few days ago."

"I found it in a book. One I used to read when I was younger. The main character was strong. Not perfect, but brave, and kind, and she kept going even when everything told her not to."

Will smiled faintly. "Sounds familiar."

"The name was Lyra," she said.

Will breathed in slowly, as if the name had settled into something inside him.

"It's beautiful," he said. "It's her."

"She'll never know the version of me that came before you," Eliza said. "But I want her to carry something that reminds her what we fought for."

Will leaned down and pressed his lips gently to her stomach. "Hi, Lyra," he whispered.

Eliza laughed, surprised. "Okay, then."

"I think she's impatient already."

Will moved closer, resting his head near her belly, his arm around her. "Lyra Grace. Or Lyra Quinn?"

Eliza thought about it, then shook her head. "No middle name yet. Let's meet her first. We'll know when we see her."

They lay there, wrapped in quiet, the name lingering in the air like a spell.

Chapter 65 – “The Name She’ll Carry”