Billionaire Surrogate Novels & Stories

Shenko swallowing down a chuckle at my messy manners, but I continued talking anyway, and with my mouth full, "But aren't surrogates like supposed to carry children that are from both personas of the couple? But in this case, Mr. Shenko here is the only parent involved. And that don't make me still a surrogate, does it? So Mr. Shenko, what am I to you?" "My surrogate Maraïda! As Sophia said, and that is it."

“You helped him. His family’s company went bankrupt and just found a way to help him since he was your husband! Isn’t that the duty of being a married couple?” I frustratedly glanced at her. “I do. I know that. I helped him, alright, but Archer didn’t know I became a surrogate mother just because I wanted to help him!” Janice gave me a soft smile. She knows how I feel. Janice is the only person who knows what I’ve done. I was hired to become a surrogate mother for someone I met. She’s married and had trouble producing a child so I was hired by her. Being a surrogate isn’t easy. Yet, I survived. Gianna hired me because she needs my help, and so do I. I was in a dire need of money so it was a

Her dignity had already been trampled upon by this man over and over again. But she did not want to be a surrogate. She was not ready to get pregnant. She hadn’t finished college yet and got her dream job. She was yet to enjoy her youthful days. How could she give all that away? “Master Reid, please I beg you if that is what you want me to do. Please, I don’t want to be your surrogate. I get it… I get that you used a lot of money to buy me. but I can pay you in other ways. It doesn’t have to be like this.” Olivia cried as she messily wiped the tears from her eyes.

She had heard about Surrogacy agencies before, after all, she worked in a hospital but this was different. “Executive surrogate?”. Her eyes quickly scanned the short flyer. They were offering a whooping 1 million dollars to surrogates. “How!?” Cassie quickly looked around to be sure nobody was nearby. She quickly pushed the flyer into her pocket and continued working. At the end of her shift, she settled in a corner of the changing room and went through the flyer again.

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.

“Hello? I’m completely lost here, Trinity.” She scooted closer to me, with a dead serious expression on her face. “You are newly pregnant. And there is a billionaire who wants a surrogate, to carry his baby. The money, benefits and allowances he is willing to pay the woman who will do that is enough to make her a filthy rich millionaire for life.” She placed a hand on my thigh. “You can be the surrogate. I will make the paperwork convincing. That baby you want to abort, will become his. And you instantly become rich.” I stared speechlessly.

I finally drop the pencil and pick up my phone, opening the search bar at the top of the screen. I am at a loss for what to type because I only know him by his first name. My fingers tap rapidly on the phone's keyboard. 'Ethan Billionaire' appears on the search bar, and I tap the search icon. My eyes widen as I skim through the various articles that appear. There are many things I learn about him at once, and I feel as if I have been struck by lightning. I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that I was a surrogate for the wealthiest person in the country, Ethan Lorenzo.

But this man here, Logan Carter the self made billionaire son of Arthur Carter wanted me to be the surrogate mother of his children. “Is this not the strangest offer ever? Why would he even want a surrogate mother when literally any girl will give anything to be with him?” I stared at him confused. “But why me? Why do you want a surrogate mother? Why don't you get a wife to give you children instead?” I wanted to understand the situation.

Now she was on a secret phone call, whispering about a billionaire, surrogacy, and something that sounded dangerously close to captivity. Ava played the message again. “I’m being held in his estate. I’m pregnant. I signed a surrogacy contract but it’s a lie. Naomi’s here too. Alive, but barely. I need help.” Ava exhaled sharply, pulled up a browser, and typed: Dominic Voss. The search yielded what she expected: clean press, billion-dollar companies, smiling photos in Armani suits. But she knew how that worked. The glossier the image, the filthier the cover-up.

I asked him, already getting angry. But then he chuckled lightly and stood up from his seat. He walked up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Because this man, this billionaire who you so much want to be a surrogate for, is not who he seems. He’s a very dangerous person and there’s more to it than that. But I can’t say,” he said.