Billionaires Surrogate Novels & Stories

“Billionaire’s Nanny Revealed as Surrogate Mother of the Willoughby Twins.” The headline glares at me from the screen, with each word like a punch. There’s a picture of me outside the Willoughby house. I remember that day. I was holding Bernard’s backpack, laughing at something Bernice said. The article zooms in on that moment, calls me ‘the mysterious woman who reentered the billionaire’s life under the guise of childcare.’ I can’t breathe. I scroll through, my hands trembling. There’s more — photos of Alex and me at the park, a clip from the flower shop’s I*******m showing me arranging lilies, a line that says:

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.

The last time I spoke to the doctor, I was warned that if Aaron didn't get a surgical operation within the next four weeks, he would be at risk of dying. The burden to raise the money for his surgery fell solely on my shoulders, and his mother wasn't taking it easy on me at all as she told everyone who cared to listen that I was the reason behind her son's misfortune. She never accepted me as her daughter-in-law, anyways. When I first saw news of an unknown billionaire who needed a woman to bear a child for him through surrogacy, I had applied nonchalantly, without any expectations. Early this morning, a strange number called me, informing me of my scheduled interview with Mr D, the billion

They repeated. It sounds strange to them. I scoffed and continued, “My stepmother heard about a billionaire who was willing to have a surrogate mother. And was willing to pay the surrogate mother off”. Brown and Val sighed, “ok”. I exhaled and progressed, “My stepmother saw it as an opportunity to clear off our debt. The debt was ruining us and we have nothing to exchange with it. The bank was ready to take our house from us. We had to free our workers including our house help”.

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.”

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.

“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.”

He leaned in closer, and I could feel his breath against my skin. “What are you talking about?” I blurted out, confused. “I want you to think about my proposal,” he said, gazing into my eyes. “If you agree to be my surrogate, I’ll give you fifteen million dollars.” “Fifteen million?” I whispered, surprised by how much he was offering. “Why would you offer that much?” “Because I need someone urgently and I don't want the stress of choosing. You really like making me repeat myself, and you intrigue me,” he said, his voice low. There was a seriousness in his eyes that made me even more uncomfortable.

I need a surrogate for me and my wife. "A surrogate?" I blinked in confusion “Yes,” he said, his eyes sharp. "We've been unsuccessfully trying for another child for years. She has at last consented to use a surrogate and you. . ." He pointed to me. “You appear to be desperate enough to think about it." Stunned, I reclined. "Are you serious right now?" " Totally." he replied. "I'll pay for your father's treatment, pay his medical bills and give you a generous reward. But you will bear my child in exchange."

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.”