All Chapters of Melting His Icy Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The setting sun's golden glow shimmered off the terracotta rooftops of Via Mozart, one of Milan's most exclusive and tranquil streets. Located in the city's center, mere steps from the high-fashion Quadrilatero della Moda, stood a majestic apartment building draped in ivy. Its tall, arched windows and wrought-iron balconies evoked the elegance of old-world Italy.However, inside one of its third-floor apartments, the atmosphere was far from elegant.Although the clock on the wall of their cramped living room chimed eleven, the night was only just starting for Selena. Her bedroom appeared as though a textile factory had blown up within it. Every available surface was draped with silk blouses, cotton shirts, and denim jeans.I don't have anything to wear! Selena wailed while standing before a cracked mirror, wearing a faded "Hello Kitty" t-shirt. I'm heading to the most important interview of my life while dressed like a runaway orphan.Leaning against the doorframe with a glass of juic

The air in the office suddenly felt heavy, charged with a tension so thick Selena felt like she was suffocating. She stood there, her gaze fixed firmly on the polished floorboards, unable to look him in the eye. The silence was a physical weight, pressing down on her shoulders. Every insult she had hurled at him monkey, peon, arrogant jerk echoed in her mind like a death sentence.She heard the soft creak of leather. Then, the rhythmic, slow thud of expensive shoes against the carpet.He's coming.Selena tightened her grip on her file until her knuckles turned white. Her mind raced through the worst case scenarios. This is it, she thought, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. He's going to grab me by the arm and throw me out himself. Or worse, he'll call security and have me blacklisted from every firm in Italy. Maybe he'll even slap me for that 'monkey' comment.The scent reached her first that intoxicating, dominant blend of sandalwood and chilled air. It wrapped

Selena's breath hitched as her fingers brushed against something cold and metallic inside the envelope. Expecting the sharp edge of a termination letter, she instead pulled out a sleek, silver key.She turned it over in her palm, her brow furrowed in confusion. No letter. No explanation. Just a heavy, intricately carved key. What is this? The key to his heart? Or the key to my own grave? she wondered, her mind spinning with a hundred different theories.After pacing outside his office for ten minutes, her curiosity finally outweighed her fear. She straightened her blouse, took a deep breath, and knocked on the mahogany doors."Come in."As she stepped inside, Sam didn't even look up from his laptop. He looked perfectly composed, the morning light catching the sharp angle of his jaw."Sir... what is this?" Selena asked, holding the silver key up between he

The morning in the apartment was nothing short of a hurricane."Selena! Where is my eyeliner?" Erica shouted, running across the hallway with one shoe on."I don't know, Erica! I'm trying to remember if 'subsidiary' in Spanish is filial or sucursal!" Selena paced the living room, her Spanish notes clutched in her hand. She looked stunning in a sharp, charcoal-gray blazer and a crisp white shirt the ultimate power outfit.Rose walked over, placing her hands firmly on Selena's shoulders to stop her pacing. "Breathe, Sel. You've got this. You are smart, you are fluent, and you are going to show that 'Monkey' exactly why he hired you. Don't let his cold face freeze your brain.""Exactly!" Erica chimed in, finally finding her eyeliner. "Go in there, look him in those piercing blue eyes, and speak such beautiful Spanish that he forgets how to be a jerk for five minutes. You're the best, remember that!"Selena smiled, th