All Chapters of Where the ice melts : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Tutor of the untamable

Ivy PovIf anyone had told me I’d spend my last year of college tutoring and watching over the school’sgolden boy, I would have laughed… loudly, crazily, maybe even enough to get kicked out of thedean’s office.And yet… here I was, sitting in Professor Reyes’ office, listening to why this arrangement wassupposedly “beneficial” and how it would “boost my record” in getting my dream job atKirkland & Ellis, one of the biggest law firms in the world. According to her, I needed to be partof the top twenty students they could consider, and this….this humiliating, soul-draining taskwas apparently my golden ticket.I hugged my notebook tighter, pretending the leather strap would shield me from the reality ofthe next few months.My brain kept whispering, Ivy, you’ve got this. It’s fine. You need this.Yeah, right. the other voice screamed, You’re fucked.Completely, utterly, no-come-back-from-this fucked.How the hell was I supposed to handle him? That asshole. He's the King of No Chill

The arrogant arrival

Ivy PovIt was 5:30 p.m.Thirty minutes gone… and he still wasn’t here. Nor had he replied to my text.I tapped my foot against the floor, glaring at the empty chair across from mine like it hadpersonally offended me. “Really, Hale?” I muttered under my breath. “Not only am I stuckbabysitting you, but apparently you think ignoring me is a good idea?”I checked my phone again. Nothing. No “sorry, running late,” no “don’t bother me, nerd,”nothing. Just the cruel, cold silence of the unread.I leaned back in my chair, sighing, trying to calm my blood pressure before I completely lost it.Thirty minutes late wasn’t that bad… right? Except this was Ronan Hale we were talkingabout… the golden boy, the arrogant goat. If anyone could make being ignored feel like apersonal attack… it was him.I grabbed my notebook, flipping through the first page of my carefully prepared study plan.For Linear and quadratic equations … all ready. Just needed him to show up.Another sigh. “He better have a

Roommate chaos

Ivy PovI headed inside, my head still spinning, my chest still tight with everything that had justhappened.I pushed the door open… And walked straight into another nightmare.Max was on the couch.Making out.With a girl.Her tits out..“Fuck… Max!” I shouted, my hands flying up to my face like that might erase the image. “Youhave a room, for fuck’s sake!”They broke apart so fast it was almost impressive. Max nearly fell off the couch trying to situpright.“Ivy!” he yelled. “I thought you’d be out longer!”“Well, clearly I wasn’t,” I groaned, still covering my eyes. “This day has already traumatized meenough… I don't need the image of this.. adding to it”The girl scrambled up, cheeks burning red. “I… I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, grabbing her bagbefore practically sprinting past me and out the door.Silence filled the apartment.I dropped my hands and stared at Max. “Unbelievable.”He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, yeah. My bad. Bad timing… ” his eyesnarrowed,

When Ronan hale calls

IVY POVI don’t know what’s scarier… waking up to your phone ringing nonstop at 2 a.m., or the fact thatmy body already knew who it was before I even checked the screen.Aghhh.My thoughts went wild as the phone buzzed again. And again. Five missed calls.I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. I tried to ignore it, really did. But the ringing wouldn’tstop, and my chest tightened with dread.I reached for my phone and squinted at the screen.Ronan Hale.Of course.I answered before it could ring again. “He…” My voice came out sleepy and rough.“Tutor girl,” he cut in. “Get ready. I’ll be at your place in twenty minutes.”I blinked, my brain struggling to catch up. I checked the time.2:00 a.m.“It’s… two a.m.,” I said, still half-asleep.“Yeah. I know that,” he replied, completely unbothered. “Get ready.”“Can’t we do this…”“You already know my rules,” he snapped, cutting me off again. “I’m already pissed you missedmy calls six times. Don’t make me wait.”The line went dead.I s

Summoned to the palace

IVY POVWe drove in silence for a while, the hum of the Mercedes the only sound. My hands gripped mybag in my lap, my mind spinning a million miles an hour.Finally, the man broke the silence.“I’m Walter… Butler, bodyguard to Ronan Hale,” he said, giving me a small smile. “You cancall me Walt.”I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Okay… Walt.”“You seem tense,” he said, his voice calm, almost gentle. “I understand. Thank you for doingthis… it means a lot to Ron.”I nodded again, unsure what to say. My heart was still racing, half from the car ride, half fromthe thought of Ronan Hale waiting somewhere out there to torture me.“You know,” Walt continued, his eyes on the road, “he missed two years. He attended classesonline, but he still struggles with some courses.”I bit my lip, my stomach twisting. Of course he is. It’s Ronan Hale. Annoying,… and somehowstill arrogantly failing.“Yeah,” I said softly, not trusting my voice to be steady.“Thank you again, Miss Cross,” he said, his

His trail

IVY POV The hiccups wouldn’t stop as I followed him upstairs, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Every step made me feel like the world was watching me fail. We entered a huge lounge that took my breath away. Dark hardwood floors gleamed under soft, golden lighting. Plush sofas and armchairs were scattered around, some with velvet throws. A massive fireplace dominated one wall, flames dancing behind glass. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city lights outside, and I could see that the room was decorated with expensive art, crystal chandeliers, and a bar in the corner stocked with everything I couldn’t even name. It was… overwhelming. And of course, my hiccups wouldn’t stop. Ronan turned to Walter, his face unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, he spoke. “Walter, get her a glass of water… or a jug. I don’t think a glass can stop this,” he said, mockingly calm. I glared at him, my cheeks burning hotter. Walter moved quietly to the fridge and handed me a b

His late night game

IVY POVHe just stared at me, that unreadable smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips. My stomach churned. How is he so calm? Doesn’t he even care that he’s failing?“Are you going to start or just stare at me like that all day?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I meant.He tilted his head, blue-hazel eyes locked on mine. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”I crossed my arms, refusing to look away. “Of course I’m serious. You want to pass, right?”“Eh… kinda,” he said lazily, leaning back in his chair.I almost dropped my pencil. Kinda? I wanted to scream. “Kinda?! Hale, this isn’t a game! You can’t just ‘kinda’ know Algebra if you want to graduate!”He shrugged again, acting like my frustration amused him. And it did… almost.My chest tightened.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Focus, Ivy. You came here to teach, not to kill him.. Cos I'm a step away from committing murder.“Fine,” I said, flipping open my notebook. “We’re starting with Linear Equations. One st

Inside his world

IVY POV The ride back was quiet. Too quiet. Walter didn’t say a word, and neither did I. I just stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past, my head pounding and my patience completely gone. When we finally pulled up in front of my apartment building, relief hit me hard. “Have a lovely morning, Ivy,” Walter said gently as he opened the door for me. “And you too… and thank you,” I replied, my voice tired but sincere. I hurried inside, climbed the stairs, and unlocked the door. The moment I stepped in, Max looked up from the couch. “Hey,” he said casually. “So… how was the tutoring… ” “Shh.” I cut him off, throwing my hands up like if he spoke one more word I might explode. He blinked, confused, as I walked straight to the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of water, twisted the cap off, and gulped it down like my life depended on it. Then I screamed. Aaaaaaaghhhhhh Not a cute scream. Not a quiet one. A full-blown, frustrated, losing-my-mind scream. Max jumped. “Bitch

Lessons with the devil

IVY POVThe weekend came faster than I expected, mostly thanks to Ronan canceling all their tutor plans for the past three days. Finally, I had some time to rest. No calls. No messages. Well… except for the text three days ago..RH: I won’t be available for now.That was it. No explanation. Nothing.I sat on the couch, half-watching Single Inferno, when Max left for some date. Honestly, I still didn’t get how so many girls chased after him. He was… a Man-whore.Then my phone buzzed.RH: How good are your baking skills?I stared at the screen, confused. What? He was probably drunk-texting or something.Seconds later, my phone rang. I froze, staring at it. For a moment, I didn’t know if I should answer. My thumb hovered… then I pressed it.“Answer me,” his deep voice said immediately.“What?” I mumbled, still trying to process.“You got my text. How good are your baking skills?”

The chaos

IVY POVWe stared at each other, neither of us backing down. I could feel my leg shaking, a nervous tremor I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it.Then Walter stepped between us, leaned in, and whispered something in Ronan’s ear.What happened next shocked me.“Please… please,” Ronan said, his jaw tight, teeth gritted like the word physically hurt him.I froze.Did he really just say please?The great, untouchable Ronan Hale had just begged.“It’s that better?” he added, his voice cold, like he hated every second of it.I blinked, then lifted my chin. “Even if it’s half-hearted, I’m not a douche like someone,” I said, brushing past him as I moved toward the counter.That’s when Vienna spoke.Her voice was small and high-pitched, irritating in a way I couldn’t explain. Why did she sound like that?“Baby… this isn’t really my

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