Lahat ng Kabanata ng On Thin Ice With You: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 168

A year slips through the fingers like fine, dry snow.Milan has transformed. The ancient city breathes with a new, electric pulse—the colors of the Winter Olympics are draped over every historical facade.For Mia, this year hasn't been about the spectacle. It has been about the climb.She is no longer the "rookie" who entered the General Administration through her father's shadow.Through a year of grueling trials, Mia has shed her green, hesitant skin. She has fused her clinical expertise with innovative, international rehabilitation concepts, proving her worth in the high-stakes world of elite athletics. Her contributions to post-injury recovery and athlete potential-mapping have earned her more than just praise, they have made her a cornerstone of the medical team.Now, she sits as a lead expert, her name whispered with respect in international journals. She has reached the goal she once only dared to look up at, and yet, the view fro

The media is a beast with a thousand hungry mouths, and it is currently starving for a scandal.Publicists and clickbait tabloids are masters of the "calculated leap." They take a grain of truth—a long-distance relationship, a staggering wealth gap—and spin it into a web of inevitable heartbreak.To feed the frenzy, they manufacture narratives out of thin air.A five-minute polite conversation between Elias and a female business mogul at a charity gala is branded as "Elias Weston Moves On".A candid shot of Elias looking exhausted in the back of a towncar after a grueling day of corporate acquisitions is captioned as "Heartbreak in the Backseat: A Billionaire's Lonely Night".Elias's PR team, ever-watchful of the Weston Group's stock price, funnels these reports to him. Even if they didn't, Lucas and the rest of the Raiders are more than happy to shove the most ridiculous headlines in his face, laughing as they "mourn" his phantom breakup.Elias himself is baffled. He looks at the "ev

Two souls finally collide at the exact same starting line."I never actually thought we would last this long," Mia murmurs, her gaze drifting toward the floor-to-ceiling windows where a sparkling river of Milan's night lights stretches into the horizon.She rests her head back against his solid chest. "At the beginning, I just had a day-by-day mindset. I figured we would just see how far we could go before the distance broke us."Accepting his confession back then is a decision she made after intense deliberation, but she never dares to dream of a permanent forever.She turns around in his embrace. "Thank you for everything you've done. For giving me the courage to finally hand my future over to you. Trust is a terrifying thing, Elias."For a woman as fiercely independent as Mia, learning to rely on a man is the ultimate testament to his devotion.From the moment he ruthlessly uproots his life, shifting his corporate empire to Milan just to plant his roots where she stands, she feels

Dawn breaks over Milan, painting the cobblestones in soft, golden hues.Having strictly managed a certain alpha's boundless energy last night just so they could actually get out of bed, Mia drags a freshly showered Elias out the door.She bypasses the tourist-heavy Duomo, leading him directly into the Navigli district—a labyrinth of ancient canals and quiet, breathing streets she grew up in. The morning air is crisp, filled with locals walking dogs and carrying fresh groceries.Elias's towering frame looks almost comical as they squeeze into a tiny, unassuming corner cafe. The wooden bar is worn smooth by decades of ceramic cups. It's a local secret run by a mother and daughter. When the morning pastries run out, the doors lock.Mia drops his hand to order in rapid, fluent Milanese dialect, then turns back to her giant of a boyfriend. "Alright, time for a real Milanese breakfast."The owner slides a tiny cup of pitch-black liquid, a golden, flaky croissant, and a small dish of marinat