Billionaire Surrogate Novels & Stories

No opportunity was too small or insignificant. She'd worked tirelessly, juggling over eight jobs a day to pay off monstrous loans with their outrageous interest rates that multiplied every second. But now she was totally free from the shackles of debts! Hurray! It felt so surreal, too good to be true. And it was all thanks to her half-sister, Vivienne Bellerose, who had offered her the whopping sum of ten million in exchange for becoming her surrogate mother. With half of the amount as a down payment and the other half to be received after the child was born.

I asked with an arched eyebrow. “Well the news I just got demands a shout, scream, and whatever it takes.” “So, what’s the occasion?” I questioned. “From a confirmed source a billionaire is searching for a surrogate, and the audition is held next week Monday.” She answered happily, flipping her hair. “Surrogate?” “Yes, a surrogate. What is wrong with being one? I get paid well and live my life with luxuries after the contract.” Eunice explained with a nonchalant attitude. “I’m not throwing surrogate moms under the bus. Just that I won’t be able to be a surrogate mom, my feelings won’t let me.” I replied with a low whisper, I could barely hear myself.

He shook his head, “I do not make empty promises. Ten million is only a tiny fraction of my wealth. All you need to do is carry my seed Miss Heathrow, and pretend to be my wife until the child is three months old. We will part our ways then, call it quits and move on. You get the money at the end of the agreement, plus spousal support until you decide to marry another.” Annalise couldn’t believe her ears. She was short on rent, debt ridden and still starving. Here she had a man who was offering her a sum that could change her life forever. All she needed to do was— “In simple terms. You need a surrogate?” “That’s correct, yes.” She closed her eyes for a moment and raked a hand through her ha

my director Damian praised, his words a welcome affirmation of my talent and skill. With a satisfied smile, I made my way to the changing room, the click-clack of my heels against the polished floors a soothing rhythm to my ears. As I slipped into my signature red gown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within me. My name is Aurora Williams, the offspring of the illustrious fashion designer Mariam Williams and the esteemed neurosurgeon Austin Williams. Born into a world of wealth and privilege, I had carved out a name for myself as the most sought-after model in the industry, my face gracing the covers of magazines and billboards around the world.

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I had no choice but the baby is there and growing already. I swallowed my saliva. The lawyer and the famous member were watching my body movement and language. Jeffrey continued, “The surrogate happened after the debt had been paid to your family. The Jenkins family through your step mother Mrs Helen Jenkins. You are aware of all the surrogate processes before meeting up with Mr Michael Carter at the brilliant hotel”.

I sniffed and laid back on the bed, I began to think about my life… my options… and so many what ifs. I don't know how I suddenly slept off in the process but when I woke up, no one was with me __ as usual. I felt better not because life has become easier but because I just decided to make a life turning decision. I requested for Dr Tonia's presence and she joined me minutes later. “I opt for Surrogacy? What is the process and who is involved in this?” “You are lucky that I am put in charge of this, else it would have taken forever. The billionaire wants IVF, and the identity of the person is what I can't tell you.

Devon signaled to his assistant, who stepped forward with a document. "In there is the amount I'm willing to pay you," Devon said. "Twenty million dollars if you choose to carry the baby and give it to me when he or she is born. Or we can arrange for a surrogate to carry the embryo after it's removed from you, and I will personally fund a new IVF procedure for you with the donor of your choice." Clara glanced at the document and laughed again, this time without humor. "You think you can just buy my baby?" she asked. "No amount of money could make me give up my child."

Patel again. Payment routed through W. Holdings? Political connection? Molly leaned over my shoulder. “Holy shit.” I turned to another page and found a printed email with several lines highlighted. Surrogate reassignment approved. Previous carrier unavailable. File sealed by administrative order. Below it, Liliane had written one word. Grace? “Grace,” I whispered. Agnes inhaled sharply. I looked up. “You know that name?” Agnes’s face had gone ashen. “Only a little. Miss Liliane mentioned her once. The first surrogate. Then suddenly she was gone, and they said there had been complications. Miss Liliane was devastated, but the clinic assured her everything was still possible.”

“And there are multiple accounts like this. Different amounts. Different frequencies. But all going to offshore locations where we can’t easily trace them.” Mia felt sick. “He’s making millions from this operation.” “At least,” Jake said. “The surrogacy payments alone are five million per woman. Times seven women. That’s thirty-five million just in what he’s paid out to the surrogates. Which means he’s making far more than that selling the babies.” “How much would someone pay for a baby?” Mia asked. “Internationally?” Jake said. “Hundreds of thousands. Maybe more for a healthy infant with good genetics from intelligent, attractive parents.”