Billionaires Surrogate Novels & Stories

I nodded and drew my eyes to meet Clifford’s piercing gaze. “Here, this is the contract for the surrogacy.” She handed me the file as I sat up on the hospital bed. “Just read it through and sign here.” I took the pen from her and went through the contract. It stated that I’ll have to keep it confidential, meaning no one can know that I'm their surrogate, and if I am seen pregnant, I’ll have to lie. It seemed like they wanted people to think that they were having the baby as normal husband and wife.

The primary beneficial owner of the property, listed in bold, black legal font, was a private holding company named Vesper Logistics International. And buried deep within the transaction history sub-files, dated exactly twenty-one days ago, was a massive, multimillion-dollar wire transfer routed from an anonymous offshore account in the Cayman Islands—a financial payload designed to bankroll the entire proxy operation that had targeted my life. Beneath the document, a fresh line of glowing red text began to automatically type itself across the glass interface, flashing with a sickening, rhythmic precision that shattered the remaining silence of the penthouse: “The billionaire thinks his fire

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?

It was the man she was bound to. Maruska Romanovich, Megan to some, tyrannical billionaire, also known as the harbinger of chaos among men of the underground. The mere whisper of his name struck fear in the bravest of hearts. The atrocities he has committed would put even the devil to shame. Even the world leaders dared not turn their attention on him, because of his deep-rooted connections within the dangerous Russian government.

He had always known their hands weren’t clean, but he didn’t expect them to be this dirty. “You don’t understand, Nathan.” William slammed his hands on the table and glared at his son. “No business thrives without a little deceit. You cannot succeed in the business world without getting a little dirt on your hand.” He explained and stood up. “Listen to me, Nathan. We are the richest family in Canada and one of the richest in the world, but one individual has almost as much money as us...a whole family! Does that make any sense to you? I have two sons! Two sons! Tristian Reyes is a one-person army. He shouldn’t be on our level. Why do you think I invited him to that party?” William raised his

This is your chance to help someone in need and still make money in return. My eyes skim through the rest of the words on the banner. I forget about my need to use the toilet and start moving towards the direction of the doctor. I have heard about Surrogacy before and that they compensate heavily. What if this is the solution to my problem? What if I meet a wealthy family in need of a surrogate and the only thing they have to do for me is just pay off my mother’s bill? I will say it’s a nice bargain from my side.

“Mr Valesca, pleasure to have you here sir. May we speak in my office?“ Oh, now I see why he acted like he owned the place. The Valescas are the wealthiest family in Manhattan, if not the whole of new York. They've been for generations and I doubt that is going anywhere. I huff, casting a pitiful glance at the receptionist who's wiping away a few tears that have managed to escape from the encounter. As I'm about to get into my blue beat down Toyota Corolla, a voice whispers in my mind 'Liora, this is your chance. The billionaire needs a surrogate. Go now and get that money.' My hand freezes on the door handle. Yes. This could be my chance. He's desperate, I'm desperate. This would work out p

“Unless you want to hear about your mother, which I think you should, otherwise we are done.” “We can’t be done. I need a solution.” “I’m sorry. I can only go as far as finding information. This is Christian’s job, but for you I—” “You can tell me about my mother,” I cut her off. I didn’t want her starting to seduce me again. “Alright. So she—oh yeah, Stephanie. Well, you do know she was a surrogate, right?” “Which is confusing, as from what I’ve learned she's a billionaire.”

The reporter’s voice boomed out clearly. “...and in major business news today, billionaire Alexander Kane has secured a groundbreaking multi-billion dollar contract with a leading French company. This deal is expected to boost infrastructure projects across multiple states and solidify Kane Enterprises’ position as a global leader. Sources say the negotiations were intense, but Mr. Kane’s vision won the day.”

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.”