A Mistaken Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

my director Damian praised, his words a welcome affirmation of my talent and skill. With a satisfied smile, I made my way to the changing room, the click-clack of my heels against the polished floors a soothing rhythm to my ears. As I slipped into my signature red gown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within me. My name is Aurora Williams, the offspring of the illustrious fashion designer Mariam Williams and the esteemed neurosurgeon Austin Williams. Born into a world of wealth and privilege, I had carved out a name for myself as the most sought-after model in the industry, my face gracing the covers of magazines and billboards around the world.

The End Morris sighed and looked at the floor, “Carlos, I. . . I owe you an apology.” He was feeling regretful standing in front of the Fernandez family’s large living room. ”I’ve been wrong about you for far too long. ” The man, who once was called the ruthless billionaire Carlos Fernandez, stared at Morris in surprise. The passage of time had made him bitter and a little less cruel; the man had a glimmer of humanity in his gaze. "Morris, we have both sinned, and maybe it is time that we let that go, and start afresh."

Anna’s eyes widened in shock, and her jaw almost dropped to the ground…almost. “I…He’s Tristian Reyes?” She stammered, her eyes still showing disbelief. “Are you kidding me right now? The man told you his name, for heaven’s sake!” Shayne screamed, gripping her hair out of frustration. “It didn’t occur to me then, Shayne. I had no idea.” Anna said, still unable to comprehend that the man she had just met was a renowned billionaire.

"David was always a cunning man when I was about to get married to him I knew it, but I didn't care because I'm equally as greedy but someone like you wouldn't know that, you're too prim and perfect." "You still haven't gotten to the main point." "He coveted the position of General manager of Lith Design and museum industries but had to step down because it's a rigged position, the owner believes in family love and union, he's solely responsible for deciding who gets the position, and so David decided to pay a random nobody, went to a hospital picked a surrogate that was hungry for money like he believes all women are, and then reapplied for the position." Lulu's eyes widened. "Why?" Rose sm

She began to sob. “Shit! I am sorry, I didn’t mean to blame you for any of this.” Killian spoke softly and approached her. Bethany scooted away from him. “Hey… I am sorry. Look, I hired her as a surrogate. This is all transactional.” He explained. Bethany held a smirk behind the curtains of her hair. A surrogate? Nothing more? Her plan to get rid of her had just proven to be swift.

I begged. He held my hand, and thought for a while. “I think I know a way, but I doubt you'll like it.” I would take anything. If he wanted me to be his slave, I would. “Tell me,” I said quickly. “I’ll do anything.” “You said anything,” he repeated slowly, like he was warning me. My voice remained strong. “Yes. Anything.” He leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a man. A billionaire. He wants a child, but not a wife. He’s looking for a surrogate. The payment is generous…more than enough to clear your debt and still leave you with enough to start over.”

“I think we should just let him be.” Nana’s head snapped up. Her eyes, usually so calm, were wide with shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I can’t believe you are even saying that, Richard!” she said, her voice sharp, like a knife. “That girl is in no way good for Devon. She is just a surrogate! A hired hand! She should know her place and not try to be smart with this family. She came here, saw all the wealth, all the money she could get through the kids, and now she wants to stay. She wants to pitch her tent here! But that won’t happen on my watch! Not while I am alive!” Her voice got louder with each word, full of anger and a deep, old fear of outsiders.

After answering all their questions no matter how polite I was while answering, I had to ask one of the girls that came out of the interviewing room next, "What's this job about?" "If you don't know, why are you here?" "Let's say coincidence." I couldn't go into details with her. As she was about answering, the stranger I slept with last night came in, "you." He was surprised to see me. I didn't move, I was shocked. "The billionaire is here." I heard whispers and all the girls were blushing. "Follow me," he said. I swallowed hard and followed him.

I whimpered almost immediately, consumed by his rage. Without warning, he withdrew his hand and walked toward the door, his strides long and predatory. Tears blurred my vision as I watched him leave and slam the door without sparing me a glance. Then a cold realization slithered down my spine—I'd made a horrible mistake to impersonate my own twin sister, and now I'm walking a tightrope between secrets and survival with no safety net. I'm trapped in the mansion of the coldest billionaires like a stray prey in a predator's cage.

"The contract we signed was one of mutual survival. He didn't kidnap me. He hid me. He spent his entire fortune to expose the men who killed my father’s business. He isn't a monster. He’s a hero who had to burn his own house down to save the woman he loves." The crowd erupted. The "Twisted Romance" had just become the "Story of the Century." Alexander stared at her, his jaw dropping. He saw the cold calculation in her eyes. She wasn't saving him because she loved him; she was saving him because she was colonizing his life. She was taking the "Billionaire" and turning him into her "Proxy." "Rule Nineteen," she whispered to him as the agents began to lead them both toward a black car.