Novel & Cerita Mistake Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire

Although if I had a better option being a surrogate I would have chosen the better option but saving a life of someone I love dearly, someone I can’t bear to see suffer in pain. I had to save Jane at all cost at least this one thing I can do to say a big thank you to my Aunt for loving me unconditionally. I really hope my cousin will make it after my sacrifice. I shut my eyes and open it, I dry my tears and stood up from the vanity , then there was a knock on my door. I walk to the door and open the door and it was one of the maids in the house who had come to tell me that Marina the imprisoned billionaire’s wife said I should hurry up.

I was so focused on getting my hipped files arranged that I mistakenly bumped into someone before me. "Holy Shit!! I'm fucking going to be late for work because of a dumbass like…." I looked up and froze the moment I tried picking up my files that had fallen off my hand. He was no ordinary man, he was the same billionaire who had left me hanging at the stripper house the night before. It was the ruthless billionaire and beside him was probably his assistant. He kept on acting in ways I just couldn't understand. He pushed me away right before I made him cum while sucking his dick.

Angeli was Hubert's best friend, and I had to get along with her for Hubert’s sake. “I can’t do anything about it now. It’s already happened,” I whispered. “Your family really did you wrong. Imagine, they kicked you out without considering that it’s not all your fault.” “It’s still my fault. I could have said no, walked away, not gone through with the one-night stand, but what did I do?” I really regret not fighting the temptation. I’m not drugged or drunk. I’m sober, yet I made a massive mistake. “Why though? Was the escort that good-looking that you couldn’t say no?” I sighed. That’s not the case.

“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

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

He must have a plan, a deadly plan for her, and she was falling for his plan. He stood back on, returning to the squatting position he once was. Likewise, he had to sustain this treatment. Because he’d to use her to get what he wants. “It’s true.” They turned to know who speaking to them. “…he’s Wesley. Everything he’s told you is true. He’s a billionaire in San Francisco.” “Dr. Moscow…?”

Amber’s breath caught. That name. Something about that name triggered something inside her. Could he be the one? Could this be the same man she was here to break engagement with? She shook off the thought off her head. That can’t be possible. “The world thinks he’s a philanthropist billionaire. Underneath it all, he’s a ruthless crime boss. We failed tonight, we’re the ones to be buried.” “He’s a damn demon.” One of the other men sounded genuinely terrified. “We unloaded three bullets into him. Yet he’s still walking. Please tell us how the hell are we supposed to stop that kinda man?”

"The contract we signed was one of mutual survival. He didn't kidnap me. He hid me. He spent his entire fortune to expose the men who killed my father’s business. He isn't a monster. He’s a hero who had to burn his own house down to save the woman he loves." The crowd erupted. The "Twisted Romance" had just become the "Story of the Century." Alexander stared at her, his jaw dropping. He saw the cold calculation in her eyes. She wasn't saving him because she loved him; she was saving him because she was colonizing his life. She was taking the "Billionaire" and turning him into her "Proxy." "Rule Nineteen," she whispered to him as the agents began to lead them both toward a black car.

“Let’s not pretend you had better offers. Your clinic is destroyed. Your savings? Gone. No family. No support system. A pile of debt. You’re barely surviving, Miss Ashford. Refusing this job isn’t just foolish—it’s suicidal.” Bastard. I clenched my jaw. “I’d rather be broke and breathing than be someone’s hired puppet. Especially for some stuck-up billionaire with a superiority complex.” He let out a low, mocking chuckle. “Ah, so we’ve reached the ‘bitter rebel’ phase. Cute. But let me be blunt—” “Oh please,” I cut in. “You were born blunt.” He arched his brow. “You’re being offered a lifeline. And you’re choosing to drown out of pride?”

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