Proxy Bride Novels & Stories

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

He's not giving me the opportunity to explain myself and walking out on me. I watched as he disappeared into the distance with the train of bodyguards going after him. I dare not turn to see the faces of whoever has just witnessed what happened. They will mock me, I know and I'm not ready for that. Now that my parents wish is fulfilled they have nothing to be afraid of. I've been sold off. I scoffed. It's not a romance novel but it did look like it, where my favorite protagonist is being sold off to marry a guy she doesn't love and then she later finds love in the marriage.

I need a surrogate for me and my wife. "A surrogate?" I blinked in confusion “Yes,” he said, his eyes sharp. "We've been unsuccessfully trying for another child for years. She has at last consented to use a surrogate and you. . ." He pointed to me. “You appear to be desperate enough to think about it." Stunned, I reclined. "Are you serious right now?" " Totally." he replied. "I'll pay for your father's treatment, pay his medical bills and give you a generous reward. But you will bear my child in exchange."

"The board of directors already called me this morning. They are terrified of a public relations nightmare. They do not want excuses, and they do not want quiet payouts. They want absolute proof that this is a real, legitimate, happy marriage. They need the public to see that she married you willingly, not because you forced her. They want to see stability to protect the company's valuation." "What do they expect me to do?" "The Annual Charity Gala is tomorrow night," Marcus said clearly. "Every major investor, camera crew, and board member in the city will be in that ballroom. The board demands that you publicly debut your new bride. You need to walk her down that red carpet. You need to sm

” Brody ~”Of course bro, I am not missing it for a thing. Damon ~”Well you kind of cannot miss it, I want you to be my best man.” Brody ~”Damn bro, you don't even have to ask.” Skye ~”And Tajsa I want you to be one of my bridesmaids.” Tajsa ~”Holy shit, I did not expect that. Of course I will.” Skye ~”Great cause you have to help me plan a wedding in Bora Bora in less than a month.” Brody ~”Fuck I can't believe you are getting married bro.”

“It would be better than selling your body…” “I want to do this, Mom.” Her voice rose on the line. “You’re basically a prostitute! And what if you want to keep the baby at the end? You don’t know how you’re going to feel, then.” “Surrogacy is a totally normal process that lots of people go through,” I said calmly. “It’s done. I’ve signed up. I’m actually meeting with a potential couple today. I’m driving there right now.” “Really? Who are they? Do they work in the Philippines or abroad? I’m always hearing about rich American couples coming down and buying up real estate here in Palawan. It figures they would start buying babies next.”

“If you refuse, we lose everything. The house. The trust. Your mother’s library—sold off, piece by piece. You’ll have nothing. No one.” It wasn’t a request. It was a sentence. Amara said nothing. She didn’t have to. Marcella had already won. She’d spent years chipping away at Amara’s worth—reminding her she was the daughter of a dead woman, a burden, a ghost in the family portrait. Now, she was being handed a role: proxy bride. Not for love. Not for choice. But for survival. That afternoon, Marcella led her to the master bathroom—a temple of white marble and gold fixtures. It smelled of bleach and privilege.

"but I have something to say, and I know it will help you." "Tell me Aunt Clara, at this point I don't care what it is, I will do everything for my brother's life. Even if I sell my body" I said as my tears flowed. "I don't know, Leyla, it's okay with you," I quickly nodded to her and she sighed. "A rich family looking for a surrogate mother. They want to have an heir as soon as possible, and they will pay 15 million pesos just for the surrogacy." she said and looked into my eyes. My heart beat faster and I looked down. A Surrogacy, meaning I will sell my womb? Does that mean I have to give birth to a baby for a rich family?

“How is that even possible?” He leaned forward, eyes locked on mine, his voice soft but urgent. “It’s not a real marriage. I’m asking for a contract marriage. Six months, that’s all. I’ll pay you $100,000 for it.” My heart fluttered at the mention of the amount, but I quickly shook it off. This was insane. “Paxton, I’m sorry. I can’t get involved in your family like this. Your mom already hates me, and now you want me to play your fake bride? Even for $100,000, it’s not worth it.”

He should have a painful death and beg for death to come. “Why don't you help me to thank goodness that my mother did not suck any dick for Ramona. My wife earned a job here by credentials and hard work so I will pretend I never have this conversation with you,” Sebastian stood up. “I heard you two are in a contract marriage,” Sebastian fried, and slowly bent, facing Brett. “Bring proof, I don't talk to people without proof and benefits. Talking to you has no benefit to me” “I can make you rich, and bring you out of your misfortuned life. I can help you and your wife dine in glamorous, among top billionaires. I'm sure you won't want your child to suffer?” Brett uttered, locking eyes Sebastia