Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

Leo looked away as he rolled his eyes. “Not exactly,” Brad said delicately. “You’re not a regular guy. You’re a billionaire, which is rare in the world. You don’t wear suits that cost less than two thousand dollars. You want everything perfect or there’s hell to pay. Granted, your more ambitious than most, but the difference is you’re more than willing to step on, burn, or castrate, cats, dogs, the elderly, and children to get what you want.” “Well . . . not children,” Blake mumbled. “That just proves that I’m –”

“We’re nearly done. I have one more question for you. Why?” “I’m sorry?” “Why become a surrogate? You’re young, single, with no family and an average job. Why do you want to do this?” “I mean…I want to make someone happy. Give them the gift of life,” she explained, smiling meekly Lies. No one is that self-sacrificing. “Since you’re giving the gift of life, then payment isn’t required. Is that what you’re telling me?” Her mouth popped open in utter disbelief. “I-I-I-”

"Mr. Calder, I'd like you to meet my wife, the lovely Sophia." The man turned his head, my polite practiced smile froze on my face and blood drained from my head. He was the same man I had snapped at. His dark eyes seemed to see right through me, his strong, severe jawline twitched and I felt shiver down my spine. Ethan Calder is not just a billionaire, he was the billionaire. A legend in the tech and finance world. A ruthless, private man from the one percent of the one percent, known for crushing his competition and for never ever suffering fools.

He was the bastard son of Roman Convington, the former alpha of the Hurricane Pack. Yet he had never had a penny to his name. He was a secret that was hidden away. Even when he told people, they just laughed at him. Robert couldn’t really blame them. Why would they believe him? It frustrated him to no end that he would never know the finer things in life like his younger half-brother. Arthur Covington had grown up with everything handed to him on a silver platter while he had grown up with nothing.As the years passed, Robert learned to navigate the world on his own terms, relying on his wit and an uncanny ability to manipulate people into doing what he wanted. Like he had with Almara.

She stood still, dumbstruck. "Who do you think you are to judge me?" "your lawyer..." "yes" He cuts in "The lawyer who fucks the wife of a billionaire, how fulfilling" She glared at him, her nose flaring and her hands ready to grab any sharp object. "I love him, can you relate? No, I bet you can't. The only thing that you are good at is manipulating people when they are at their lowest, most vulnerable, and women with cheating husbands!" Rachel scolds moving towards him as she puts on her bra rigorously.

I beg her. She smirks at me. “Thee Jacob Collin. Never thought I’d see the day a billionaire came asking for my help.” “I’ll go down on my knees and plead if you want me to,” I add. “No need for dramatics. I’d prefer a big tip from you,” she smiles. “But I haven’t bought myself a drink,” I protest.

my director Damian praised, his words a welcome affirmation of my talent and skill. With a satisfied smile, I made my way to the changing room, the click-clack of my heels against the polished floors a soothing rhythm to my ears. As I slipped into my signature red gown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within me. My name is Aurora Williams, the offspring of the illustrious fashion designer Mariam Williams and the esteemed neurosurgeon Austin Williams. Born into a world of wealth and privilege, I had carved out a name for myself as the most sought-after model in the industry, my face gracing the covers of magazines and billboards around the world.

"Why can't you work harder and climb up a little?" "Getting Beau's money and assets is the best way to leap from the bottom to the top!" "You said you don't have Beau's ability. It doesn't matter. We don't have to run his business well." "As long as we get his 100 billion assets." "This money is enough for us to live a life in the top society for a lifetime!" The more she spoke, the crazier and more excited she became. "Chester, let go of me." "Shall we sleep together now?"

“Hello? I’m completely lost here, Trinity.” She scooted closer to me, with a dead serious expression on her face. “You are newly pregnant. And there is a billionaire who wants a surrogate, to carry his baby. The money, benefits and allowances he is willing to pay the woman who will do that is enough to make her a filthy rich millionaire for life.” She placed a hand on my thigh. “You can be the surrogate. I will make the paperwork convincing. That baby you want to abort, will become his. And you instantly become rich.” I stared speechlessly.

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