Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying clichés the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliché about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that clichéd youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"

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.

"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.

I felt even worse that I had not listened to him earlier. "Zayden, you are right; I have to show Major the reason I am the ruthless billionaire." AUTHOR’S NOTE Zayden just schooled his billionaire dad — and now Drexon is ready to remind Maljore why people call him ruthless. But here’s the twist: if Drexon becomes that man again, will Luneth be able to handle the darkness that comes with it? Drop a comment: Would you want Drexon to stay soft for his family or go full “ruthless billionaire” to crush Maljore? Your choice might decide how far he goes.

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.