Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

She bites her lip. "But what about everything else?" She takes a step away from me and then back towards me as she considers my words and the intentions behind them. "I'm not sure what you're proposing, Mr Thorne." Then she exhales a long breath. "Why don't I help you look for someone more willing to be your surrogate?" She hems and haws and then clears her throat. "Especially when it's a complete medical process, and there's no intimacy required. Anyone else would be willing to do this more than me if they need the money." Putting my hands in my pockets, I give up.

This was how vicious he was to those dishonest on their ways of life and also had fun in deceiving people. "I'm sorry, I can't just hand the baby over without knowing fully what your intentions are towards him nor his mother," The woman shook her head, appearing brave but deep down, she was scared out of her wits. Thinking of the benefits she was going to gets from pretending to really care, she couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation. The young billionaire of course noticed this and was immediately disgusted. He badly wanted to teach her a lesson not to pretend to act kind but since Joanna's life was still on the line and he also knew she had to be urgently treated, he shook his hea

"You shouldn't speak to a madam like that. Especially to a billionaire's wife." "Oh my goodness." She sniggered, and breathed out via her mouth, smiling like she was proud of herself. "You also shouldn't speak like this to a lady you know nothing about. And, especially to a Billionaire's Surrogate." She stated firmly, causing me to gape again and involuntarily move my lips without being able to say anything. The wrath I felt worsened, and that made my face wrinkle into a glare. How could anyone say that to me? A whole Trisha Flores?!

“I guess I’m kind of the same way. I only want people to see the finished product.” “Have you thought about what you’re going to do with the money?” Andre asked. “I’m assuming that’s why you chose to be a surrogate. The money.” “You assume correctly. And I have exactly one thing on my mind: getting even with the Ross Company.” Andre’s laughter was carried away by the ocean breeze. “I don’t blame you. I read your file. They really fucked you over.” “It was a good life lesson,” I replied. “I learned not to trust people.”

He had to securely brace his heavily bruised, half-naked body for the incoming catastrophe. The second billionaire stepped forcefully across the threshold. It was Mr. Singhal, the ruthless real estate tycoon whose massive hostile takeover Aryan had brutally crushed just three years ago. Singhal didn't hesitate for a single, microscopic second. He forcefully planted his heavy, mud-caked designer boot directly onto Aryan’s violently shaking, bare left shoulder blade.

His bodyguards stood like a wall around him, and he had just ended his phone call. “Excuse me,” I said to one of the guards. “I need to speak to your boss.” The guards stepped aside, and the man turned. I froze. It was Hunter Steele. The richest billionaire in the country. Ruthless. Untouchable. His name alone struck fear into people’s hearts. Stories of his cruelty were legendary. He was said to especially hate women because his mother had abandoned him for a wealthier man when he was a child. Also, there were rumours that he had strong connections with the Mafia but the rumours were never confirmed.

Cary’s was a bludgeon – domineering, volatile, a series of shouted orders. Lochlan’s was a scalpel – polite, reasoned, veneered in impeccable courtesy, but a decision made unilaterally for ‘your own good’ was still a decision made without you. I knew this. I’d sworn off billionaires for this exact reason. There’s no such thing as a sweet, unassuming billionaire. They’re all, at their core, used to being in charge. And the attendant baggage – the Vanessas and Sorayas of the world, the stalkers, the vengeful exes, the constant danger – was a price I was no longer willing to pay.

Was this not Christian Blackwood? “I can pay for your brother’s surgery, change your entire life such that you’ll never have to work a day in your life. But you will have to help me.” He said. I stared at him in shock. What could I possibly do for a billionaire like him? “What can I do?” I asked, my fingers shaking. He leaned in. “I want you to be my surrogate.”

"I underestimated you. I thought you'd take the money and run. Instead you made him fall in love with you." "I didn't make him do anything." "Didn't you? Poor broken billionaire, desperate for family. Vulnerable surrogate, sacrificing everything for her sister. It's quite a story." "That's not what happened," Dominic says. "Isn't it? Emma, be honest. Would you have stayed if you weren't in love with his money and his lifestyle?" "I don't love his money. I love him." "How convenient that the man you love is a billionaire." "Get out," Dominic says.

The man who had just been buried deep inside me, whispering that I was the woman he loved, now looked like pure death. He slowly set the phone down. His voice, when it came, was terrifyingly calm. “Voss just crossed the line from business to war.” He stood up, naked and powerful, every muscle coiled with lethal intent. The gentle lover from moments ago had vanished completely. In his place was the cold, ruthless billionaire who had survived hell and built an empire on sheer will. I scrambled off the bed, still naked, tears streaming down my face. “Lucian, please Ryan has nothing to do with this. He’s innocent. He was just trying to protect me.”