Hot Ice Cream. I'm the Boss's Wife

While working undercover at her boyfriend's dessert shop, the protagonist encounters a demanding customer who insists on ordering heated ice cream. The situation escalates into a public scene when the woman claims her pregnancy requires warm treats and physically lashes out at the counter. The confrontation reaches a breaking point when the stranger declares she is the boss's wife. Now, the protagonist must reconcile this claim with her own plans to help her partner expand his franchise empire.

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Chapter 1

It's my first day undercover at my future husband's dessert shop, and chaos walks in with fake lashes and two-inch nails.

"I want an ice cream. Heated."

I paused. "Just checking... You want your ice cream hot?"

She gave me a look like I'd failed kindergarten. "Yes. Hot ice cream. Are you slow?"

Deep breath. Zen mode. Customer-first service smile.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Ice cream has to stay frozen, or it just turns into—well... milk. If you want something warm, we have hot tea or coffee."

"I'm pregnant!" she screeched. "Pregnant women crave weird things! Plus, my doctor said I can't eat anything cold! Are you trying to kill my baby and me? Is that what this is?!"

People started turning their heads.

Fantastic. A whole audience.

I kept my voice low. "Ma'am, I can refund you."

She suddenly smacked the counter, knocking the scanner sideways. Her nails shot past my face like tiny knives.

"What kind of attitude is that?! A pathetic cashier talking back to me? I'll call my husband and get you fired!"

Then, she leaned in like she was about to reveal a royal bloodline. "Guess what? I'm the boss's wife."

I blinked.

If that was true, I really needed to stop thinking about helping my boyfriend to open 3,000 franchise stores.

The Pregnant Drama Queen

"Ugh! What kind of trash mall is this? No signal at all!" a woman yelled. She was so loud that her voice seemed to rattle the storefront. Then, she chucked her phone across the floor. It almost hit a customer who clearly didn't sign up for this.

People started whispering right away.

"Is she... okay?"

"Poor cashier. Retail workers really go through hell just for their paychecks."

Their sympathy only made her scowl harder.

Then, she abruptly snatched the ice cream from my hand and smashed it across her own face.

Cold white cream dripped down her cheeks as she launched into a full meltdown. "I paid five bucks for ice cream, but the cashier said I didn't spend enough and threw it at me! I told her I couldn't finish it! Is this how society treats innocent pregnant women?"

I just stood there, stunned.

She flipped the entire story in two seconds flat.

And of course, it was 7 p.m. It was the busiest time of the day. A crowd formed around us instantly.

"Oh wow, this is customer service now? Gen Z workers are really wilding out."

"Report her! Make sure she gets punished!"

"Record her! Put it online and help her go viral!"

Her confidence skyrocketed with every comment. She even added shaky breaths and little sniffles.

"I'm Brittany Collin, the owner's wife. I'm here to check on the shop, and this is how she speaks to me. I'm pregnant. I just wanted some ice cream. Why am I suddenly the bad guy?"

I moved behind the counter, kept my expression flat, and took out my phone. 'Walked past your store, and a pregnant woman outside claimed she's the owner's wife. Explain?'

I even dropped a location pin.

Nathan Blake sent back a video right away. He looked annoyed and oddly emotional. 'I'm in Cindergate for work, trying to expand our brand. That mall has like 50 dessert shops—20 just on that floor. She's obviously confused. And wow... You doubted me? That stings.'

He flipped the camera and showed his hotel room from every angle.

I let out a slow breath.

Nathan always sent updates, and I usually trusted him.

Still, she was pregnant. Hormones could make anyone act out, and let's be real—ordering "hot ice cream" wasn't a great sign.

I tried again, gentler. "Ms. Collin, I think you've got the wrong shop. Maybe you should head home and get some rest?"

My sentence barely finished when… a fiery sting suddenly exploded across my cheek.

"I know my husband's store when I see it!" she snapped. "I know exactly what you're doing! Don't you dare taunt me!"

My hands trembled with anger. I was seconds away from ditching professionalism when she suddenly gasped, grabbed her stomach, and fell backward.

"Aah! My stomach! It hurts!"

Chaos broke out.

"Help her!"

"Call an ambulance! She's pregnant!"

"That cashier must've hit her! What kind of monster hurts a pregnant woman?

"If something goes wrong, there's a real risk of two lives lost here."

Their voices blurred.

I couldn't focus.

Then, I noticed her shoes.

Silver heels. Rhinestones. Limited edition.

The same pair I'd seen in my boyfriend's online shopping cart two weeks ago.

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I woke up gasping for air, expecting the cold concrete of a prison cell, but my fingers sank into the plush leather of a luxury Lincoln. I was twenty-four again, wearing the silver silk dress from the night my life was systematically destroyed. Beside me sat my cousin Catrina, the woman whose carefully crafted lies had orchestrated my ruin and sent me to a penitentiary for five years. In my first life, this was the night the dominoes fell. Catrina stole my jewelry to paint me as mentally unstable, and by morning, I was stripped of my medical license and labeled a criminal. My mother’s family, the Montgomerys, stood by and watched as my father’s company was devoured by wolves, treating my existence like a "liability" that needed to be managed. I still felt the phantom tremors in my hands from prison fights and the stinging betrayal of being discarded by the people I called family. I had lived through five years of absolute hell, a former surgeon rotting in a cell while the people who framed me toasted to their success at galas I was no longer invited to. "Don't be selfish, Dawn," Catrina whispered, reaching for the necklace that would later be used as evidence against me. "Let the jewelry shine on someone who actually matters." She thought I was still the fragile victim she could manipulate, but she didn't realize I had returned from the grave with the cold, clinical calculation of a fixer. Instead of walking into her trap at the gala, I forced the car onto a dark service road and dragged a dying billionaire, Jennings Stafford, from the wreckage of a burning SUV. He was the only man powerful enough to destroy my enemies, and as I stitched his wounds with stolen supplies, I didn't ask for a thank you. I looked him dead in the eye and proposed a contract that would set the world on fire. "I want a strategic marriage. You get a harmless wife with a legacy name to calm your board, and I get immunity from everyone who ever touched me." The bill for my five years in prison had finally come due, and I was here to collect.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Bound to the calloway's heir

9.2

In LA's Business world, Zane Calloway, thirty, turns cartel king after his father's gruesome murder, ruling The Atlas Group with a bloody fist. He learned how betrayal could ruin even the biggest empire and was hell bent on keeping Atlas Group. However when Sienna Carter, his new assistant got in the picture, he threw caution to the wind. To become the only one controlling the cartel, he would use Sienna who was a supposedly ghost from a dead cartel as bait for his enemies. Sienna Carter made his mission become even more complicated as she ignites a dangerous sparks in him. Twenty-five year old Sienna Carter just wanted to stay alive, running away from danger had been the only thing she was capable of since her family were murdered. All she had as a semblance of her old life was the locket her dying father had given her and when a new job pops up in Los Angeles, she gambled for it, hoping for her sake that it wouldn't lead her straight to the same hell she was running from. However, she would soon realize that the Atlas Groups was going to be more than just a survival decision but the key to everything.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.8

He Left Me to Burn, So I Let the Truth Survive

8.8

After dying in a fire alongside her newborn, a woman regresses to the moment her betrayal began. Five months pregnant and trapped in a burning warehouse, she watches her husband, Enzo Saletta, rescue Chiara Bellini while leaving her to perish. Though the world brands her a jealous arsonist, she escapes the flames alone to protect her child. As a former security expert for the Carmine family, she holds the one piece of evidence Chiara failed to delete, ready to expose the truth behind Enzo’s deadly lies.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

9.1

Married Twice Loved Once

9.1

Aria Carter died betrayed. Her husband ignored her. Her best friend stabbed her in the back. Her family sold her off like a pawn. When she opened her eyes again three years earlier, on the night of her arranged marriage to the city's coldest CEO she swore this life would be different. No more weakness. No more blind love. No more kneeling. Damian Cross, the ruthless billionaire everyone fears, expected a docile wife to decorate his mansion. Instead, he got a woman who met his icy stare with fire of her own. Society sneers at her as the "Cold Wife." Her family calls her a disgrace. Her enemies plot her downfall. But this time, Aria isn't here to beg for scraps she's here to flip the board. Every betrayal will be repaid. Every secret will be exposed. And the husband who once ignored her? He's falling, dangerously, obsessively, in love. Yet beneath the glittering empire lies the truth of her first death... and if Aria isn't careful, the crown she claims may cost her heart all over again.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

One Million to Disappear

8.8

After a night with a wealthy heiress, a man is offered a million dollars by her childhood friend to leave the country forever. Though tempted by the payout, he suddenly hears the man's inner thoughts, revealing a dark plot to frame him for extortion and life in prison. Realizing the check is a trap designed to clear the path for a deceptive marriage into the Cooper family, he decides to reject the bribe and pursue a life of true luxury and power instead.

Action Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

8.3

STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS

8.3

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband's face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn't touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn't. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, "If he's watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now." I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, "Open for me." "Keep your eyes on me." "I want you shaking for me, not for him." Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn't bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

Billionaire Modern Romance

Hot Ice Cream. I'm the Boss's Wife

Chapter 1

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