LOGINThe Ice King has a secret… Alexander Moreau, Paris’s most powerful architect, is sharp, demanding, and untouchable. But behind the cold exterior lies a forbidden desire for his assistant, Isabella Carter. Bella is witty, fearless, and unlike anyone Alex has ever met. As she navigates ambition, office politics, and a growing attraction she can’t ignore, Alex must decide: protect his empire, or risk everything for love. When walls of control meet sparks of passion, will the Ice King finally melt—or will their hearts stay frozen forever?
View MoreBella had imagined that walking away would bring relief. Freedom. A clean breath after months of suffocating beneath the weight of secrecy, gossip, and the demands of a legacy she had never asked to inherit.But when she closed the door of her Montmartre apartment that evening, resignation letter already delivered, she felt only emptiness. Her hands pressed against the wood, heart pounding, a hollow ache echoing where Alexander’s presence once lived.Alexander Moreau. The Ice King. Her impossible love.She reminded herself that leaving was the right choice, that her absence would shield him from the board’s whispers and the relentless scrutiny of Paris. That she was protecting him. That she was being selfless.And yet, deep inside, a more selfish truth lingered: she had fled because she could not bear the weight of his silence when the board demanded her dismissal. He had not defended her, not in the way she had needed.Her phone buzzed sharply on the kitchen counter. For a heartbeat,
The letter arrived not with fanfare, not with fire, but in quiet inevitability.Bella found it slipped beneath her office door late in the afternoon, when the hum of Paris had softened into a gentle, amber dusk, and the corridors of Moreau & Partners had emptied. The envelope was embossed with the firm’s seal, formal and impersonal. She held it in her hands, trembling, knowing without opening it that the contents would confirm what she already feared.Inside, the paper lay flat, words typed in crisp, unforgiving sentences:We trust you understand the delicate position the firm currently navigates. For the sake of the company’s reputation, we strongly advise that your role and presence be reconsidered.No names. No signatures. Just the faceless authority of a board determined to preserve its empire. Bella did not need names to understand the message. She had seen the veiled glances, felt the cold weight of whispers, and witnessed Alexander’s eyes shutter whenever they were caught toget
The boardroom of Moreau & Partners was a cathedral of glass and steel, sunlight slicing through floor-to-ceiling windows and falling in harsh rectangles across the polished table. The skyline of Paris stretched endlessly beyond, indifferent to the storm brewing within. The board members sat in rigid precision, tailored suits, restrained movements, guarded faces, an assembly of power and expectation.At the head of the table sat Alexander Moreau. His posture was immaculate, his dark charcoal suit flawless, his hands folded with the meticulous discipline of a man who had built empires from steel and ambition. But beneath that perfect surface, a tempest roiled.He knew why they had summoned him.The scandal had spread like wildfire. The tabloids had discovered his affair with Bella Laurent, the assistant who had become his confidante, his muse, the woman who had quietly taken up residence in his heart.“Alexander,” began Monsieur Delacourt, chairman and guardian of the firm’s reputation,
The morning began like any other, Bella rushing through her small Parisian apartment, tugging on a blouse while balancing her coffee, her mind already running through Alexander’s schedule. For weeks, she had grown accustomed to the rhythm of their secret world: late-night dinners in hidden corners, stolen touches in the office, his hand brushing hers when no one watched. The Ice King had melted just for her.Yet that morning, the universe seemed determined to shatter.It started with a phone call.“Bella, don’t go online. Don’t. Just don’t,” Camille’s voice was frantic.Her heart skipped a beat. Against her better judgment, Bella reached for her phone and opened the news.There they were.Photographs, dozens of them, grainy but unmistakable. Alexander Moreau, the elusive genius of Parisian architecture walking beside her along the Seine. Another, holding the hotel door for her in Lyon, his gaze caught on her in a way that seemed too intimate to be merely courteous. And the worst, a si
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