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The man suddenly spoke with a cold tone. Ella dared not move, pitifully calling out, "Sir..." "Take off your clothes!" the man said expressionlessly. "What?" Ella looked at him in surprise. "Aren't you a surrogate mother? Just give birth to my child, and I'll give you a million!" Ronan said coldly. Ella bit her lip and, glancing around the luxurious living room hesitated. This was her first time, and she didn't want it to happen in such a place.

When she crawled into bed with him, he’d thought she was trying to seduce him, but he could smell the wine on her breath. Arthur intended to just sleep that night and he’d deal with it in the morning, but then Caleb had caught her scent and had overrode all of his rational thought. He’d had just one singular urge: to claim her. And he had. One night stands weren’t foreign to him, but something had made him follow her in the morning and after listening to the fight she’d had with her fiance, he knew that her dreams aligned with his. He’d had the idea for a surrogate almost immediately, but he had know idea how he was going to get her to agree. She didn’t seem like the type that would be swaye

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.

“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

"She has defiled our pure werewolf blood! According to ancient law, she and these abominations must die!" "No!" I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed to my knees. "I'm not a spy!" Tears streamed down my face like a flood. "The children are mine, yes, but I'm not a spy! I'm just a normal person who joined a surrogacy program to pay off my debts!" "Please, spare them!" I sobbed, sinking to my knees. "The children are innocent! They know nothing! If someone must die, let it be me!" In the cage, my three children saw me on my knees and let out pained whimpers.

“You need money, right?” Sierra had to nod because that was indeed what she needed right now to pay off the debts left by her bastard father. She couldn’t bear to see her mother’s house repossessed by the bank, so she made an agreement with her friend to be a surrogate for her. But why had everything turned out like this now? “And I need a child,” Callie spoke again. “The only agreement I can give you so you can get your money is to sleep with my husband and give birth to a child for us. Do you understand?”

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.

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."

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.