Novel & Cerita Billionaire Surrogate

Emily asked, confused, as she pulled her brows together. “You know what I mean, Emily,” Vanessa said with a shrug as she struggled not to roll her eyes. Yes, she had come to Emily, but then again, Emily needed to understand the situation that was at stake, what the news of her childbirth situation and the identity of the surrogate mother would do to the multi-billion-dollar company. So it was best if this NDA was signed and cleared out of the way. “Oh, so now I’m a threat to the rich, big-ass billionaires that need my help?” Emily said, throwing her hands in the air as she moved over to her oven, which Becca had helped turn off.

" She is right. I need money. Even if the cartel doesn't know where I am at the moment, I need to be on the safe side. I need more than one thousand dollars in my account for an emergency exit plan. But carrying someone else's child and disrupting my life for nine months doesn't seem natural to me. And what if I die during labor? No, I can't. I mull, furiously biting my bottom lip when she speaks again, " My ex-son-in-law is a billionaire well-connected in this city and everywhere. He can help you with whatever you need if you do this," I stare at her sharply after her words. " But you said he didn't want a surrogate to carry his child even when your daughter was alive. What will change his

Paige POV “ Raymond blackwood” I repeated in my head, eyes wide open, my mouth slightly open enough to show how surprised I was. I was seated in front of the very famous billionaire bachelor in San Francisco , California. The one tyrant that never misses any business deal. I was in front of the guy that many ladies even Diana had a huge crush on and drool for and he what…want me to surrogate for him. Me, Paige surrogate for the top one business tycoon in California. That sounds weird and weirder as it seems.

He must've known me before now. Dylan Walter, a wealthy billionaire becoming my baby daddy by chance. This was certainly unbelievable! He tossed a file to me as he stood up, sheltering his hands into his pockets. “Surrogacy contract” I read out loudly. He was paying me $1million to keep the child.. “W.. what is this? No! I can't accept it! I'm not selling my child to you, Dylan!” I flared in rage. A cold silence followed and then I spoke again. “I'd rather raise my child without your help. Besides, you said it yourself, my marriage with Steven has ended. I do not intend to be held back by another man!”

She muttered “Yes I did and that is what I told him the first time but he knows about my mother being sick, I don’t know how he found out but he said he would send her to the best hospital in the world if I accept his terms of surrogacy.” “He said that to you? What does this man want from you? Isn’t it strange that he is hell bent on you being the one that bears his child?” Mara noted sitting on the bed with her friend. “He said he finds me both intriguing and interesting and he wants to get to know me. For God sake, the man is a freaking billionaire. Why would he want to get to know me at all, I am nothing.”

I wanted to bury myself and never come out until it was time to have my baby. For the next three hours, I tortured myself with the knowledge that I'd revealed to Chloe and Ethan that I was jealous. How could I be jealous? It went against the dictates of my job as a surrogate mother. It went against everything I signed in that contract. Heck, they could kick me out of this house and ruin my life because of that sole reason. I wasn't sure Ethan would want to go that far, but in the end he was accountable to his family first. As much as I wanted to throw caution to the air and act out of jealousy, I understood the implications that came with it. These powerful mafia people held my life in their

“It is very risky to wait, Mr. Beckham. It is clearly written in these documents that if you don't marry her or produce your heir before the stipulated time, all the mansions, and the properties in the grand estate will be transferred to Miss Sophia and her family” “That won’t be happening.” My uncle said, shaking his head, as he grabbed a number of papers, “How are you sure that your surrogate would give you an heir before four months? Anything can happen. She could get a miscarriage even before then, or right then, or her baby could die right after birth, or… Perhaps, your prayer should be that she herself doesn't die, just like the previous one.” His last words were in an infuriating whi

Eventually my text reads, Willoughby Clinic, I am writing to express my heartfelt interest in becoming a gestational surrogate, providing the precious gift of parenthood to intended parents who dream of welcoming a child into their lives. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emma Johnson, and I am a 20-year-old college student. My desire to become a surrogate arises from a profound sense of empathy and compassion for individuals or couples facing challenges on their path to parenthood and also from the need of finance. Throughout my life, I have strived to maintain excellent physical and emotional health. I have undertaken extensive research and self-education on the surrogacy process, i

"I think I'm about to become a surrogate for a billionaire." Rosa's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" "Dead serious and completely terrified." "What's he like?" Elena realized she didn't even know the client's name. "I haven't met him yet. But Rosa..." She pulled out the contract. "Look at this number." Rosa whistled softly. "Holy shit, Elena. This is life-changing money." "It's Papa's life," Elena corrected. "That's all that matters." But as she lay in bed that night, Elena wondered what kind of man paid half a million dollars for a surrogate, and what he would expect from her in return.

The three of them laughing happily around the streets as he held her hands affectionately. “Alright can you continue telling me what you were about to tell me?” he asked. “Dad, I offered myself as a surrogate for a mysterious billionaire. I don’t know his name or how he looked like. We agreed that it would be easier if either of us didn’t know the other.” Her father shot her a dark stare. Camila could see how he was trying to control his temper.