Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

he said in a calm yet deadly resolved voice. I stepped out of the car, my heart suddenly filled with an immense dilemma. I gazed at Rex’s sturdy back through the salon building's glass door, which was beginning to open to welcome me. Did all this protection, luxury, and extraordinary support stem from the genuine love of a man named Rex Anthony? Or was this billionaire being kind simply to secure a perfect heir for his empire? This question lingered in my mind as I stepped inside the beauty salon, ready to be transformed into a deadly weapon.

This had to be some misunderstanding. Alexander Kane shouldn't know Vivian. Their worlds were completely different. Kind. Gentle. Ordinary. Alexander Kane was one of the most powerful businessmen in the country. Cold. Untouchable. A billionaire whose name alone could influence stock prices. How could their paths possibly have crossed? Thousands of questions raced through my mind. Had someone investigated me? Had Alexander discovered something about my personal life before agreeing to this meeting? Did he know Vivian was my wife... No. My ex-wife.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

"I’m bad, Luca. I’m so bad for wanting this while she’s picking out orchids. So fuck me like I’m the mistake you can’t stop making." I saw the last of his aristocratic control snap. He let out a low, guttural sound and shoved me back against the tiered wooden seat, his body a crushing weight that I welcomed. He was a force of nature, a billionaire who was used to getting what he wanted, and right now, all he wanted was to ruin me.

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!

"I really--- I really need your help. My sister could die anytime soon." Her words touched a long buried feeling in me. Sympathy. I suddenly pitied her. Me, Ferdinand Steel pitied a lady. I didn't like the sound of that at all. Who was this lady exactly and why was I reacting this way towards her. So, what if her sister was on the verge of death, how was that possibly my business? Yeah, it wasn't my business. I shouldn't pity her right? "Are you that desperate to get the money for her surgery and the hospital bills?" I asked and she nodded firmly.

It was the man she was bound to. Maruska Romanovich, Megan to some, tyrannical billionaire, also known as the harbinger of chaos among men of the underground. The mere whisper of his name struck fear in the bravest of hearts. The atrocities he has committed would put even the devil to shame. Even the world leaders dared not turn their attention on him, because of his deep-rooted connections within the dangerous Russian government.

With that, she walked out of the mini lobby area with such a stiff gait that Chelsea wondered if her thighs were clamped together. Chelsea set her handbag on the ceramic desk and settled onto the swivel chair. She stared at the opulence of the mini lobby, wondering why life was so cruel to have distributed wealth so unevenly. "Here is a man having so much capital". That doesn't push me because my parents are fuckin rich as well. In all, Mr. Cruz is a billionaire as well. Chelsea sat still, waiting for Daryl to be seen at the office when her rape incident flashed in her mind. Tears strayed from her eyes onto her blouse, giving the spot a lighter shade.