Melting The Ice Queen. (A Mikhaloi Fanfic Story)
Introduction: The Ice Queen and the Fashion Queen
Samantha Lee was untouchable. In the world of media, her name meant power - headlines bent at her will, networks craved her approval, and rivals called her The Ice Queen. With her razor-sharp gaze, perfectly pressed suits, and a talent for turning silence into intimidation, Samantha ruled her empire with precision. She wasn't in the business of making friends. She was in the business of owning the narrative.
Cyan Consunji, on the other hand, was impossible to ignore. The fashion world's wild child turned CEO, Cyan thrived on being bold, brilliant, and a little bit outrageous. She walked into meetings dressed like she was ready for the cover of a magazine - and usually ended up on one anyway. Where Samantha's power was cold and silent, Cyan's was loud, vibrant, and sparkling.
They should have stayed in their separate kingdoms: Samantha shaping stories, Cyan creating trends. But the universe - or maybe just ruthless corporate strategy - had other ideas.
A high-profile partnership was announced. The media mogul and the fashion queen were suddenly bound together, expected to lead a joint venture that could redefine both industries.
From the very first meeting, sparks flew. Samantha's frosty professionalism clashed with Cyan's playful defiance. Every word was a duel, every glance a silent challenge. To the outside world, they were competitors forced to cooperate. To their inner circles, they were a disaster waiting to happen.
But what no one knew - not their investors, not their assistants, not even themselves - was that between Cyan's endless teasing and Samantha's cool indifference, something else was forming. Something reckless. Something dangerously close to attraction.
Because sometimes, the best love stories don't start with "once upon a time." They start with:
"I can't stand her."
