Novel & Cerita Mistake Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire

He barely lifted his head up from the paper he had been using as an excuse to not make direct eye contact, when his wife answered for him, "His surrogate! You are only his surrogate. I suppose you know what that is," I did! But I didn't like the sound of it. "OK," I bit a mouth full of my sandwich, with some of the peanut butter smearing on my left cheek. I caught Mr. Shenko swallowing down a chuckle at my messy manners, but I continued talking anyway, and with my mouth full,

“Do you ever regret it? Hiring me? Letting me in?” He laughed softly, a low sound that reverberated in the quiet room. “My billion-dollar mistake wasn’t hiring you.” He stepped closer, fingers brushing against mine as if he was afraid to let go. “It was thinking I could succeed alone. That I could control everything and everyone without seeing the value of… this.” He gestured between us. Between the life we’d built, the empire we’d protected, and the bond that had become the centre of everything. “I guess your mistake was mine too,” I whispered. “Believing I didn’t belong in any of this. That my voice didn’t matter.”

Love is a weakness—a vulnerability that I cannot afford. "And that's why," Grandmother continues, "we've taken matters into our own hands with a surrogate." My mind reels, struggling to comprehend their audacious plan. A surrogate? For me? The anger surges within me, and I stand, my voice laden with frustration. "Absolutely not! I won't be manipulated into this farce. I make my own decisions, in business and in my personal life." Their faces remain impassive, knowing full well that my temper would flare. It's the one aspect of myself that I've never been able to rein in, and they exploit it now.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

“I think we should just let him be.” Nana’s head snapped up. Her eyes, usually so calm, were wide with shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I can’t believe you are even saying that, Richard!” she said, her voice sharp, like a knife. “That girl is in no way good for Devon. She is just a surrogate! A hired hand! She should know her place and not try to be smart with this family. She came here, saw all the wealth, all the money she could get through the kids, and now she wants to stay. She wants to pitch her tent here! But that won’t happen on my watch! Not while I am alive!” Her voice got louder with each word, full of anger and a deep, old fear of outsiders.

“There she is. My sweet Ava. Still knows how to beg.” “Answer me,” I snapped. He looked back at me, smug again. “The records were manipulated. That’s all it took. A few signatures. A few terrified doctors. A few payments from my father’s accounts. You people put so much faith in paperwork.” He laughed bitterly. “Tell a billionaire the baby isn’t his family’s, and suddenly he bleeds like everybody else.” My chest tightened. Manipulated. Not swapped. Ava’s hand pressed harder against her stomach.

I felt a surge of frustration at her words, but before I could respond, my mom stepped forward, her voice firm, "Louisa, stop. This is not the time or place for this discussion." But Louisa just kept going, "No, mom, let her hear it. She needs to know what she's getting herself into. He's not some knight in shining armor, sis. He's a billionaire with a reputation for being ruthless." I felt my anger boil over, "Shut up, Louisa. You don't know anything about him." Louisa just laughed, "Oh, I know enough. And I know you're making a huge mistake. But hey, it's your life. Ruin it if you want.”

So, it is what it is. Rue is handsome anyway, that's undeniable. At least, I won't be losing my V-card to some random old man, the stereotypical look of billionaires nowadays. I can still vividly recall my initial fear when Barra first presented this job to me, imagining myself working with those types of men. In reality, billionaires often fit that mold. I don’t know what happened with Rue. Maybe he's truly God's favorite, blessed with wealth, a good figure, and a majestic face card. If only he didn't have a bad attitude, he could have been perfect by now. But I guess, no one’s born perfect.

Robin’s irritation came through her sharp tone. “Robin, I’m sorry for not realizing this sooner so I could have saved us both the pain and heartache.” “Whatever.” “Have a good life.” “You can bet I will. You’re not the only billionaire I know. I’ll find someone who is better than you.” She hung up. Billionaire? Brooke sucked in a fast breath. Justin had mentioned he was rich, but… a billionaire? Her first instinct was to get angry and hateful. Once again, she discovered another secret that he withheld. What else had he lied about?

Andrew said, his voice rising. Manny went quiet. She didn't care whose fault it was, she wasn't selling her baby. “So what happens to your girlfriend then?" Manny asked remembering the lady with him at the hospital. Andrew looked confused at the question that Manny asked. “Cece isn't my girlfriend, she's just a surrogate that I hired.” Andrew said. “So that's why." Manny whispered to herself not wanting Andrew to hear. No one in their right senses will want to associate themselves with the likes of him.