A Mistaken Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

It was helping her restore her sanity which she had almost lost due to the betrayal. She thought about her father and her brother, Adrian, and his wife, Alex. They must all be worried about her absence. No doubt, she would leave soon, but this strange man mustn't find out who she truly is. He mustn't know her identity as the ruthless billionaire's daughter. * "Mama, you called," he said, stepping into the room where he found her sitting on the bed, sorting out clothes. She turned and motioned him to sit on the bed. He heaved a sigh and sat beside her, wondering what she had to say.

I turn around and, still seeing red, I ask him, “Did you know about this? That Charlotte had orchestrated the whole surrogacy plan and forced Ruth to go into cohorts with her?” He looks hurt that I asked him. “No, I had no idea. If I did, I would have put a stop to it. You know I would have.” I believe him, but I can’t let Charlotte off the hook. “I wish I had the power to protect you,” he sighs. “What do you mean?” I ask, confused. “It doesn’t matter, it may be too late,” he says cryptically. What is going on here? Why is everyone speaking in riddles? There must be some conspiracy here that I’m not able to see, but I’m just too angry to figure it out.

But tonight was different; she couldn't seem to focus on anything. Her heart raced as she approached the table where the chief sponsor, Mr. Gabriel Hernández, a billionaire artist and host of the event, was sitting. He gave the signal for a refill of his champagne and as she bent down to pour it, she caught a glimpse of his cold steely eyes. Her hands trembled as her blond hair made a curtain in front of her face. She tried to steady her hand as she poured his wine, but it shook uncontrollably, and the clear liquid spilled over the edge of the glass, drenching his pristine white shirt.

"I give you till the count of three, bitch. Why did you almost marry the bastard?" "It was a mistake, please..... please don't.... don't kill me, I beg you." I scoffed. "You almost married a nigga by mistake?" "Yes," she whispered, opening her eyes. "He is an evil person. He.... he deceived me into marrying him." I furrowed my brows. "I.... He.... He fooled me." "That's because you dumb as fuck." She lowered her gaze. "'Cause tell me what sane girl would leave a fucking billionaire for a mere millionaire, huh?"

Love is a weakness—a vulnerability that I cannot afford. "And that's why," Grandmother continues, "we've taken matters into our own hands with a surrogate." My mind reels, struggling to comprehend their audacious plan. A surrogate? For me? The anger surges within me, and I stand, my voice laden with frustration. "Absolutely not! I won't be manipulated into this farce. I make my own decisions, in business and in my personal life." Their faces remain impassive, knowing full well that my temper would flare. It's the one aspect of myself that I've never been able to rein in, and they exploit it now.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

He started, his voice cold and detached, “I’m Marco Valentino and the first thing you should know about me is that…no one orders me! When I mean no one, I mean humans, talk more of my dolls, which I bought with my hard-earned money!” A shiver ran down my spine. The only thing I could get from all he said was his surname, ‘Valentino’. Italian. I was in Italy? My mother had really sold me to the ruthless Mafia don she was talking about? “Let me go!” I yelled, “My mother…she has no right over me, I’m a fucking grown woman, and so she has no right to sell me to you.” “That’s impossible, darling.” He said, standing up, something about him was unsettling…his aura screamed danger and I knew I had

Better so she finally saw just how much love I could show her. It took me years to finally realize that it was never love, just fear. Fear of losing someone else in my corner. And I started to realize that some emotions could dull the actual meaning of love, and turn it into toxicity. I formed a protective layer around me that came with a cold demeanor and heartless nature. I couldn't let anyone else hurt me like Madeline did. I became the ruthless billionaire that left people awed and stuttering in my presence. People became scared to cross 'Asher Lennox, the billionaire', which left me satisfied. Nobody could mess with me now.

"You are playing a game with Samuel, and you are playing a game with me. But do not mistake the people around you for pawns. Some of them have a tendency to bite." Charity leaned into his touch, her voice dropping to a provocative, breathy murmur. "And what about you? Do you bite?" The transformation was instantaneous. The cold billionaire vanished, replaced by a predator who had just found his favorite prey. He leaned down, his breath warm and smelling of expensive espresso and mint against her ear. His voice was a dangerous, velvet rasp. "I don't bite, Charity. I devour."

But the dominant part—the part forged in betrayal, fire, and survival—was sharper than any desire. A click of heels echoed, deliberate and unhurried. I did not need to turn; the presence was already electric, invading my skin like a current. “Rosette Jenner,” a voice said. Smooth. Low. Commanding. Just loud enough to make me lift my head. He was standing at the threshold, tall, impeccably dressed, every inch the predator dressed in luxury. Dark eyes that seemed to see through me—through every mask, every thought, every heartbeat I tried to hide—locked onto mine. He did not smile. He did not need to. He could have commanded armies with that gaze alone.