All Chapters of Ice King Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The apartment felt too quiet after the call ended. Sheila stood in the center of her living room, the folded press release still clutched tightly in her hand. The words blurred together the longer she stared at them, but the damage they promised remained crystal clear. Career sabotage. Public humiliation. Professional exile. All wrapped neatly in Carter’s calculated handwriting. She exhaled slowly and dropped the paper onto the coffee table, pacing once across the room before forcing herself to stop. Panic wouldn’t help. Panic was exactly what Carter wanted. A soft knock echoed again at her door. Not urgent this time. Measured. Sheila’s shoulders tensed, but she already knew who it was. She approached carefully and checked the peephole. Elena still stood there, patient, composed, almost statuesque under the hallway light. Sheila hesitated only briefly before unlocking the door completely and opening it wider. Elena stepped inside without a word, her gaze sweeping across th

The apartment smelled faintly of chamomile and rain.Sheila hadn’t realized how cold she was until the door shut behind Atticus and the warmth of her living room wrapped around her soaked clothes like a sudden, suffocating embrace. Water dripped steadily from her sleeves onto the hardwood floor, forming small puddles neither she nor Atticus seemed to notice.Elena, however, noticed everything.“You’re both going to ruin the flooring,” she said calmly, pushing off the kitchen counter and walking toward them with quiet authority. She tossed two towels toward them without waiting for permission. “Dry off before pneumonia becomes the next crisis.”Sheila caught hers automatically, still watching Atticus from the corner of her eye. He accepted his towel slower, like he wasn’t fully present in the room yet. Like part of him was still outside in the storm, bracing for impact.“I didn’t realize you were staying,” Atticus said, his voice neutral as he looked at Elena.“I didn’t realize you wer

The rain started just before dawn.It tapped softly against the tall glass windows of Atticus’s penthouse, like hesitant fingers asking for permission to enter. The city below looked blurred and distant, drowned in gray mist and broken neon lights. Everything felt slower… heavier… like the world itself was holding its breath.Atticus hadn’t slept.He sat on the floor beside the couch, his back resting against it, his phone lying uselessly in his hand. The screen had gone dark hours ago, but he still stared at it as if it might suddenly light up with her name.Sheila.Just thinking it made his chest tighten.The events of the previous night replayed in his mind like a cruel movie stuck on repeat. The argument. The accusations. The silence that followed. And worst of all the look in her eyes before she walked away.Not angry.Not hateful.Just… tired.That hurt more than anything.He dragged his hand down his face slowly, his fingers trembling slightly. He had faced ruthless business ri

The business dinner was supposed to be simple.That’s what Atticus kept telling himself as he adjusted his cufflinks in front of the mirror that evening. The dark navy suit he wore was sharp, tailored to perfection, every line precise just like the image he had built for himself over the years.Yet tonight, the reflection staring back at him looked unsettled.Because this wasn’t just another corporate appearance.He had asked Sheila to come with him.And he still didn’t know if she would say yes.Across the city, Sheila stood in front of her closet, staring at rows of clothes she suddenly hated. Dresses that once made her feel confident now felt like costumes she wasn’t sure how to wear.Her phone lay on her bed, the message from Atticus still glowing on the screen.Dinner starts at 7. No pressure. Just… wanted you there.She sighed, running a hand through her hair.“No pressure,” she muttered. “Right.”She reached for a black dress, then hesitated. It felt too formal. Too serious. Sh

Morning arrived too quickly.Sheila barely remembered falling asleep, yet her alarm rang with merciless precision, dragging her from dreams she couldn’t fully recall but knew were filled with rain, dim streetlights, and the steady, complicated presence of Atticus.She groaned softly, reaching over to silence her phone before staring up at the ceiling. Her body felt heavy, like exhaustion had settled deep into her bones, but her mind was already racing ahead, replaying everything that had happened the night before.Dinner.The press.His hand tightening around hers.Her chest tightened at the memory, and she forced herself to sit up, pushing the thoughts aside before they could spiral into something she wasn’t ready to face.Today wasn’t about feelings.Today was about survival.By the time Sheila stepped into the arena, the energy inside the building felt… different.Sharper.More alert.It was as if the entire place had inhaled and was waiting to see whether it would exhale relief or