All Chapters of On Thin Ice With You: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

In the Toronto Raiders' locker room, Lucas is scrolling through his feed when his thumb suddenly freezes.He blinks, certain he's hallucinating, but as he clicks into the trending hashtag, his pupils shrink in disbelief.On the screen, bathed in a soft, cinematic sunlight that makes the scene look suspiciously like a still from a romance movie, is Mia. She's sitting on a wooden campus bench, tucked under the shade of a maple tree, her face tilted toward a tall, undeniably handsome European man."What the hell is wrong with you?" Rick mutters, glancing at Lucas. He waves a hand in front of the younger player's face. "You look like you've seen a ghost."Lucas doesn't answer with words. He just shoves his phone into Rick's face, nearly poking his eye out.Rick recoils, focusing on the screen. He scrolls through the series of photos—Mia and the stranger walking through the university grounds, talking intently, looking for all the world like a golden couple.Then his eyes catch the headlin

The following afternoon, the air in the upscale cafe near the University of Toronto is thick with the scent of roasted beans and unspoken tension.Mia sits between two titans of different worlds: Elias, radiating the restless, lethal grace of a professional athlete, and Leonardo, who possesses the cool, chiseled composure of a scholar.After the formal introductions are out of the way, Mia wastes no time. She leans forward, her voice calm but layered with a firm, protective edge."I'm sure you've seen the headlines, Leonardo," she says, her eyes locking onto his. "I'm incredibly sorry you were dragged into that mess. It's absurd, really."She pauses, her hand moving beneath the table to find Elias's knee. "Luckily, Elias and I are rock-solid. We don't put much stock in tabloid fiction, otherwise, a stunt like that could have caused a lot of unnecessary damage to our relationship."Leonardo doesn't flink. He offers a measured, diplomatic nod. "Please believe me, Mia—my admiration for y

The public is starving for a glimpse into the forbidden.Ever since the news of Elias Weston moving in with his therapist hit the tabloids, the internet has been a fever dream of speculation.But behind the velvet curtains of the Weston name, one of Canada's most formidable dynasties, a different kind of hunger is brewing.The Westons don't need tabloids. They knew about Mia before the first paparazzi lens even clicked. For months, Rona Weston and Richard Weston have been circling, dropping "hints" that were more like summons.Thursday evening arrives with a deceptive softness. Mia and Elias are tangled together on the sofa, a movie playing unheeded in the background.The vibration of Elias's phone on the marble coffee table shatters the peace. He glances at the caller ID, and a slow smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He's been expecting this.He slides the phone across the screen. "Maman, bonsoir. (Mother, good everning)"On the other end, Rona Weston's voice is an elegant, music

"It's a pleasure, Miss Coleman," Mia says, her smile never wavering."Well, now that we're all here, let's sit," Old Weston commands, heading for the lounge area. "My legs are aching from standing.""Elias, sit next to me," the Old Weston says, patting the cushion to his right. "I've forgotten what you look like. Let me have a proper look at you.""Fine," Elias says. He doesn't let go of Mia. He keeps his arm firmly around her waist, pulling her along with him as he takes the seat.Tina sits on the old man's left, the picture of poise."I hear the Coleman Sports Group just acquired a major hockey club in the UK," Old Weston begins, his eyes fixed on Elias. "And Tina was the lead negotiator. She made every call, closed every loophole. Twenty-five years old, and already a force of nature in the boardroom."Elias knows exactly what his grandfather is doing—the old "compare and contrast" routine."No need to be jealous of Mr. Coleman, Grandpa," Elias says, his voice lazy and biting. "Your

As the Weston estate finally quiets, Mia stands on the grand steps, breathing in the crisp, victorious air.The night is a resounding triumph. Not only has she earned the approval of Rona Weston, but she has also walked away with an unexpected, high-stakes ally in Tina Coleman."My dear, Elias is incredibly lucky to have found you," Rona whispers against Mia's ear.She pulls back slightly. "If that boy ever steps out of line, you text me immediately. I have my ways of dealing with him." Rona pauses, her gaze softening. "And don't worry about his grandfather. The old man just needs time to adjust his worldview. He'll come around."With final, heartfelt goodbyes exchanged, Elias guides Mia into the waiting Maybach.Because Elias had indulged in several glasses of vintage bourbon, a chauffeur is behind the wheel. The heavy doors thud shut, sealing them in the opulent, leather-scented cocoon of the backseat.Almost immediately, the privacy partition glides up with a soft, mechanical hum,