Billionaire Surrogate Novels & Stories

“Yep. I suppose your brother told you about our situation.” “Not exactly. What I really want to know is how you two met.” She sounds like a little school girl. “Oh, gosh. Do I give you the PG version that I’m saving for when Liam asks me that very same question one day, or the truth?” I ask. I feel like I can be myself with her, and I slowly let my defenses down. “Roughly six years ago I responded to a Craigslist ad looking for a surrogate. I was desperate for money at the time because my brother needed lifesaving surgery. There was one catch,” I say.

Somehow, even when the conversation became serious, he still couldn’t stop himself from mixing jokes into what he said. “So what are you suggesting now?” I asked seriously, ignoring the nonsense he said earlier. “What I’m suggesting is that you still get a surrogate mother—or maybe more of a baby maker if you’re planning to use the woman’s own egg cell to create the heir of Martinez Corp. But before any of that happens, you need to talk to the girl first and make her sign a contract stating that she can’t make any claims against you after giving birth. And that the child she carries will only be yours, not hers,” he said seriously this time.

“I’ll date you. Be your girlfriend. Go to events, take pictures. We’ll make it look real.” He looked at me like I was a joke. “You think your company is worth three million dollars?” “You want me to live with you, act like your wife, and have your kids for three million dollars? A surrogate gets paid that much for one baby!” I shot back. “Then go for a surrogate,” he said with a shrug. “That takes time! I don’t have time!” “You don’t seem to have much sense, either,” he said, tapping my forehead like I was stupid. “This is your only way out.”

I had worked up an appetite, after all. My legs were a little stiff from last night’s activities, so I decided to skip my workout and relax by the pool in the sun. As I read a book on my Kindle, I thought about how crazy it all was. First, I had signed a contract to have a billionaire’s baby. The natural way. Now I was having threesomes with his valet and personal assistant. I couldn’t believe this was my life. I certainly never expected things to go this way when I submitted my file to the surrogate agency. And I hadn’t even gotten pregnant yet!

Billionaire Surrogate wife Episode 28 Writer Anabelle, Dimitri, and Liam walked together to the dining to have their dinner, like a family. The couple stared at each other with so many smiles and happiness oozing from their face, and one could tell that they had really made up... "I don't know what to say to Mia-Dimitri, she really is someone I admire, and letting our relationship grow under her watch might just be hard for her," Anabelle said immediately as they sat at the dining.

This is your chance to help someone in need and still make money in return. My eyes skim through the rest of the words on the banner. I forget about my need to use the toilet and start moving towards the direction of the doctor. I have heard about Surrogacy before and that they compensate heavily. What if this is the solution to my problem? What if I meet a wealthy family in need of a surrogate and the only thing they have to do for me is just pay off my mother’s bill? I will say it’s a nice bargain from my side.

The first lady added. " Yeah, I heard that too, even a distant cousin of mine became a surrogate for a wealthy family outside town and she got $600000 as an advance payment and she will still get $600000 after she delivered the baby". The second lady said. " And some good people still pays monthly for feeding and clothing or even get you an apartment". " Yeah, that's true and it's nice but I'm too emotional to do such a thing. What if I refuse to hand over the baby when I finally gives birth "

BILLIONAIRE WOMB FOR HIRE: THE SECRET SURROGACY OF AURORA VALE-CROSS. Below the headline was a photo. It wasn't a paparazzi shot of Aurora. It wasn't a stock image. It was a photo of Emma. Emma, standing on her front porch in Connecticut, holding her five-year-old son’s hand. She was wearing leggings and a messy bun. She looked normal. Private. Safe. Until now. Aurora scrolled down, her finger trembling against the glass. Exclusive documents obtained by this publication reveal that the Cross family, unable to conceive naturally due to Aurora Vale-Cross’s advanced age and psychiatric history, has hired a surrogate to carry their fourth child.

“Given the state of the company right now, I like to know where my nephew disappears to when he should be preparing for an emergency board session.” “You’re having me followed?” “I’m protecting this family’s interests.” Marcus’s eyes shifted to me, cataloging every detail. “And you must be the surrogate everyone’s been discussing at every dinner table in this city.” “Celeste,” I said. “Marcus Vale. Gregory’s uncle.” He extended a hand I took reluctantly. His grip lingered a second too long. “Tell me, Celeste, does a surrogate usually meet the father of her contracted child alone, at night, at the exact spot he used to bring his late wife?”

Surely, he won’t agree to spend his evenings watching movies with her instead of doing business-related stuff or going out with women. “Yes, I can do that,” He agreed, which shocked her. “Are you for real? You are a workaholic Luciano, how are you going to give up working hours for your pregnant surrogate?” She asked. He frowned. “Pregnant surrogate?” He asked. “Is that why you are frowning? But it is the truth though, even though I don’t like it. I am literally a surrogate, the only difference is I also want our kids, in fact, I wanted them alone but you just couldn’t let me have anything alone,”