Novel & Cerita Billionaire Surrogate

“My brother is Angelo Cross. You might have heard of him. ”I have. Everyone has. Billionaire CEO, ruthless businessman, the kind of man who destroys companies before breakfast. His face is on magazine covers and business articles. Cold gray eyes and a reputation for being untouchable. “What does this have to do with me?” “He needs a surrogate.” Austin’s smile sharpens. “Someone to carry his child for nine months. The pay is excellent fifty thousand monthly, plus five hundred thousand at birth. ”My heart stutters. That kind of money would save Mom. Pay off every bill. Give us time.

Was this not Christian Blackwood? “I can pay for your brother’s surgery, change your entire life such that you’ll never have to work a day in your life. But you will have to help me.” He said. I stared at him in shock. What could I possibly do for a billionaire like him? “What can I do?” I asked, my fingers shaking. He leaned in. “I want you to be my surrogate.”

Richard started his story as soon as we sat down in one corner of the hospital cafeteria. This scene was very familiar to me, just as Krystal had drawn me in to listen to her story yesterday. Unfortunately this time I had no inkling that this would work in my favor. I had already been eliminated from the possibility of becoming a surrogate mother, my only hope of escaping the suffocating financial situation was now gone. "Like any other billionaire couple, we were required to have a successor. We've been working on it for 5 years and are almost at the deadline. Our parents are getting impatient, there's chaos everywhere and it's even affecting our company stocks," Richard took a sip of his c

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.

A big man like me standing in my front? It frankly felt so amazing. How in the world did I get to be the surrogate of such great people? "Ma'am." He called me, jolting me out of my thoughts. "I'm so sorry for this commotion. Don't feel discouraged to do this." "Discouraged?!" I unknowingly squealed. Damn, I didn't want to do that. But seriously, how could I refuse to do it. I ought to be begging them instead. I was going to be the surrogate of the 'Flores?' A billionaire's surrogate?

He’d requested a surrogate using his sperm and asked for a natural ovulation schedule rather than IVF citing “religious reasons.” That box was checked in someone else’s handwriting. There were emails, internal back-and-forths between Noah and a consultant, discussing “timelines,” “public risk management,” and “the preferred surrogate candidate.” One email stood out from a man named Arthur Bennett, his grandfather. “Proceed with the girl from TSU. She fits the profile. She has a clean record and financial pressure creates loyalty, secures the pregnancy, and moves the wedding up after. I want the heir born under the Bennett name, not bastards with bleeding hearts.”

*Accidental Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire* Blurb: Eloise Laurent thought she had it all—a loving husband, a beautiful home, and the promise of a bright future. But her perfect life shattered in a single night when she discovered her husband, Damian, was about to take another wife. Humiliated, heartbroken, and cast out with nothing, Eloise’s world crumbled. Yet, just as she hit rock bottom, an even more shocking revelation emerged—the child growing inside her wasn't Damian’s. Due to a hospital mix-up, she was carrying the heir of Dante Romano, a ruthless billionaire known for his cold heart and iron will.

“There's this couple who need a surrogate mother.” “What?” — the retort sprang out of my lips as I crinkled my face at the word. “Hey, before you say anything, let me finish, alright?” she said, trying to get me not to create a scene. “Look, I know what you've been going through, Brianna. However, I'm just trying to help here. The wife is scared of childbirth and all. So, all you need to do is get pregnant for him and get your money; the pay is beyond your imagination.”

Maya was curled on the sofa, tea in hand, scrolling absently through her phone when she noticed it: a headline tucked on a gossip blog. Billionaire Adrian Knight’s Surrogate Revealed? Mystery Pregnancy Sparks Questions. Her stomach dropped. She clicked the article, her breath catching as the words swam before her eyes. Speculation. Anonymous sources. Whispers that the Knight heir wasn’t conceived naturally, that Adrian had hired a surrogate through a private agency. No names. Not yet. But the comments section was brutal. Cruel jokes. Ugly accusations. Strangers tearing apart a story they didn’t even know. Her tea turned to acid in her stomach.

I need an heir. Immediately. And the only woman currently carrying my child… Is Celyne. The irony makes my stomach twist. I reach for my phone and dial the hospital directly. It rings twice before someone answers. “Peace Medical Center, how may I assist you?” “This is Alexander Hale.” There’s an immediate shift in the voice. “O-of course, Mr. Hale. How can we help?” “I want a new surrogate.” Silence. Then the woman clears her throat nervously. “Unfortunately, Mr. Hale… that may not be possible right now.”