مكتبة
بحث
بيت / Romance / Melting His Icy Heart / The Electric Drive

مشاركة

The Electric Drive

مؤلف: A.I Sterling
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-21 16:55:58

Selena walked toward the car, her heels clicking rhythmically against the pavement. She reached the sleek vehicle and opened the back door, sliding into the plush leather seat next to Sam. Marco, Sam's private driver, sat silently in the front, ready to navigate the city lights.

Sam didn't look up immediately. He was busy tapping out a message to Lucas: "I've picked up Selena. We're on the way."

Lucas replied almost instantly: "Perfect! Vivi

استمر في قراءة هذا الكتاب مجانا
امسح الكود لتنزيل التطبيق
الفصل السابق الفصل التالي
الفصل مغلق

أحدث فصل

  • Melting His Icy Heart   Echoes in the Dark

    The apartment was enveloped in a deep, heavy silence when Selena finally stepped inside. She locked the front door quietly behind her, cautious not to make a sound. Creeping down the short hallway, she peeked into Erica and Rose's bedroom. Both of her roommates were fast asleep, completely buried under their blankets. They both had early morning shifts at their respective jobs, and Selena didn't want to disturb their much-needed rest.Exhaling a soft sigh, Selena walked back into the living room and collapsed onto the plush fabric of the couch. The apartment felt completely still, a stark contrast to the loud, chaotic world she had just escaped.As she sat there in the dim light, a gentle smile tugged at her lips as she thought about Jimmy. His pure, unbothered kindness and his barefoot walk down the cold street brought a strange sense of comfort to her chest. Maybe the world isn't entirely filled with cynical power games, she thought quietly. There is sti

  • Melting His Icy Heart   The Breaking Point

    Looking at Selena, Sam forgot how to breathe.Time slowed down to an absolute crawl as she walked up the red carpet, her hand resting gracefully in Lucas's arm. She was radiating pure, unadulterated happiness, her smile bright enough to eclipse the flashing media cameras. Lucas looked just as thrilled, matching her energy flawlessly as they stopped to pose for the paparazzi.Up at the entrance, Vivian nudged Sam with her elbow, a triumphant smirk on her face. "See? I told you she'd come. And look at her... our Queen looks absolutely breathtaking. Am I right, Sam?"Sam didn't answer. He couldn't. He was entirely lost in Selena, his surroundings blurring into white noise. He didn't hear the reporters, he didn't see the crowd—his entire universe had shrunk down to the woman in the sea green and black gown.Frustrated by his silence, Vivian snapped her fingers right in front of his eyes. "Hey, Sam! Earth to Sam! Where did you get lost?"Sam snapp

  • Melting His Icy Heart   The Enigma of Jealousy

    The front door of the apartment had barely closed before Selena threw her bag onto the couch and began pacing the living room floor. Her mind was trapped in a relentless loop, replaying the harsh, biting tone Sam had used with her at the end of the cocktail party.What on earth happened? she questioned herself, her hands gripping her hair in frustration. Did I make a mistake in the translations? Did I say something wrong during the meeting? Everything was perfectly fine until the contract was signed. Why did he turn into such a frozen wall out of nowhere?Erica and Rose looked up from the couch, instantly picking up on her chaotic energy."Okay, breathe," Rose said, handing her a glass of water. "What did the brooding billionaire do now?"Selena quickly explained the sudden shift in Sam's behavior—how he had gone from professional and calm to cold and downright rude within the span of an hour.Erica frowned, leaning forward.

  • Melting His Icy Heart   Conflicted Minds

    Inside the executive office, the silence became nearly oppressive. Selena could hear her own heart pounding frantically, and the way Sam's eyes fixed themselves on her weakened her knees. She broke the spell because she couldn't bear the intense attention any longer.In a scarcely audible whisper, she pleaded, "Sir... should I also leave?"The distant protagonist's masks slid into place again, while Sam's face hardened slightly. "Okay Selena. You are free to leave now.Selena pivoted sharply and exited the private office. The moment the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind her, she released a long, shaky breath that she hadn't even realized she was holding. Leaning heavily against her own desk, she pressed a palm against her chest, trying to steady her frantically racing pulse.What is going on in Sam's head? she thought, her mind spinning with sheer frustration. Why do

  • Melting His Icy Heart   Mimicry and Mandates

    Outside in the hallway, Selena slammed the documents onto her desk with a heavy thud, her face flushed with indignation. "He never misses a chance to humiliate me, does he?" she hissed under her breath.She began pacing in the small space behind her desk, mockingly mimicking Sam's deep, cold voice and stiff posture. She waved her hands in the air, distorting her face to match his arrogant expression. "'Miss Selena, I have no interest in your personal life... It would be better if you kept your personal and professional lives separate.'" She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. "Ugh! What a complete monkey! Who does he think he is?"She was right in the middle of a particularly dramatic impression of his "stern boss" face when Clara approached from down the hall, stifling a laugh."Everything okay, Selena? You look like you're having a very intense conversation with yourself," Clara teased, leaning against the edge of the cubicle.Selena froze, quickl

  • Melting His Icy Heart   Echoes of the Night

    On the other side of the city, Sam arrived at his villa. The grand house was silent, but his mind was louder than the club had been. The late hour didn't bring him any sleep; instead, it brought a mental highlight reel of the entire day.He moved through his darkened bedroom, tossing his keys onto the dresser. He couldn't stop replaying the images: first, Selena's transformation on the set—the way she had commanded the camera and looked like a literal goddess in that silk dress. Then, the party. The way that black mini skirt had highlighted her legs and the way she had looked at him while they danced.He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands—the same hands that had been wrapped around her waist only an hour ago.Should I just tell her? he wondered, his brow furrowing. Should I tell her everything that's happening to me whenever she's in the room?He paused, a dry chuckle escaping his lips as he imagined the scene.

فصول أخرى

قد تعجبك أيضًا

استكشاف وقراءة روايات جيدة مجانية
الوصول المجاني إلى عدد كبير من الروايات الجيدة على تطبيق GoodNovel. تنزيل الكتب التي تحبها وقراءتها كلما وأينما أردت
اقرأ الكتب مجانا في التطبيق
امسح الكود للقراءة على التطبيق
DMCA.com Protection Status