Billionaires Surrogate Novels & Stories

“ The doctor said she will need a surgery and it cost more than a million. “ A million? I asked and feared for my cousin’s life because I know we do not have this money and can’t raise the money. “ Olivia, I need your help? You alone can help in this situation “ She said. I was like help?how can I even help when I had been lay off from work with no benefit after working my ass off for almost a month. She looked at into my eyes with a pleading face and her tears still dripping down while I had lots of questions going on in my head. “ How can I help? I just got retren......” My Aunt cuts in. “ The surrogacy offer” she says. “ If we have that money , your cousin will be saved” she said.

I wanted to bury myself and never come out until it was time to have my baby. For the next three hours, I tortured myself with the knowledge that I'd revealed to Chloe and Ethan that I was jealous. How could I be jealous? It went against the dictates of my job as a surrogate mother. It went against everything I signed in that contract. Heck, they could kick me out of this house and ruin my life because of that sole reason. I wasn't sure Ethan would want to go that far, but in the end he was accountable to his family first. As much as I wanted to throw caution to the air and act out of jealousy, I understood the implications that came with it. These powerful mafia people held my life in their

“And you think people are fools? The fact that the child isn’t my blood will later haunt me, now or in the future.” “There are ways around that,” Dante said. “We can pay a doctor…fake a pregnancy. A balloon in the stomach. After nine months, reveal the baby as your heir.” “There could be leaks.” I countered. “There won’t be. Not with the right doctor.” “I’m not interested,” I said, but deep down, the idea was sinking in. “Just think about it. Because this mess you’re creating now will open old wounds for Nathan when he eventually finds out.” I gulped another glass of whiskey, choosing not to respond to that.

he asked, his voice low and full of a quiet, paternal confusion. Before Devon could answer, Nana stepped forward, a desperate attempt to regain control. “Of course not, Richard,” she said, her voice firm, a final, unconvincing lie. “Devon wouldn’t be in love with the surrogate. Yvonne is just… upset. Let’s all just go back to bed and we will talk about this in the morning.”

“Surrogacy?” Sara unlocked her phone and showed her chatting with her sister. “A billionaire is looking for a surrogate. It's legit. The pay is about five hundred thousand dollars. And there are other bonuses. All you have to do is carry a child. There are no strings attached. They will handle everything.” Diana’s frown deepened. “Wait, you want me to be a surrogate?”

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

Emily asked, confused, as she pulled her brows together. “You know what I mean, Emily,” Vanessa said with a shrug as she struggled not to roll her eyes. Yes, she had come to Emily, but then again, Emily needed to understand the situation that was at stake, what the news of her childbirth situation and the identity of the surrogate mother would do to the multi-billion-dollar company. So it was best if this NDA was signed and cleared out of the way. “Oh, so now I’m a threat to the rich, big-ass billionaires that need my help?” Emily said, throwing her hands in the air as she moved over to her oven, which Becca had helped turn off.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

“Given the state of the company right now, I like to know where my nephew disappears to when he should be preparing for an emergency board session.” “You’re having me followed?” “I’m protecting this family’s interests.” Marcus’s eyes shifted to me, cataloging every detail. “And you must be the surrogate everyone’s been discussing at every dinner table in this city.” “Celeste,” I said. “Marcus Vale. Gregory’s uncle.” He extended a hand I took reluctantly. His grip lingered a second too long. “Tell me, Celeste, does a surrogate usually meet the father of her contracted child alone, at night, at the exact spot he used to bring his late wife?”

The rear door opened. I stood immediately, every muscle in my body braced for whom I was about to face. But the man who stepped out wasn’t him. He was taller and broader. And even from a few feet away, I knew exactly who I was looking at. “You,” I said, before I could stop myself. Killian didn’t answer right away. He stood at the edge of the sidewalk, jaw tight, eyes moving from me to the apartment door behind me. “I got an anonymous call twenty minutes ago, telling me my surrogate’s family has a debt issue I should know about before things go any further”