Novel & Cerita Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire

"David was always a cunning man when I was about to get married to him I knew it, but I didn't care because I'm equally as greedy but someone like you wouldn't know that, you're too prim and perfect." "You still haven't gotten to the main point." "He coveted the position of General manager of Lith Design and museum industries but had to step down because it's a rigged position, the owner believes in family love and union, he's solely responsible for deciding who gets the position, and so David decided to pay a random nobody, went to a hospital picked a surrogate that was hungry for money like he believes all women are, and then reapplied for the position." Lulu's eyes widened. "Why?" Rose sm

"I think I'm about to become a surrogate for a billionaire." Rosa's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" "Dead serious and completely terrified." "What's he like?" Elena realized she didn't even know the client's name. "I haven't met him yet. But Rosa..." She pulled out the contract. "Look at this number." Rosa whistled softly. "Holy shit, Elena. This is life-changing money." "It's Papa's life," Elena corrected. "That's all that matters." But as she lay in bed that night, Elena wondered what kind of man paid half a million dollars for a surrogate, and what he would expect from her in return.

“Seriously, is the chef secretly on your payroll? This is borderline manipulative.” A slow smile spread across his face, and my stupid heart did that fluttery thing again. It was a real smile, one that reached his eyes and crinkled the corners. It transformed him from a devastatingly handsome billionaire into something approachable. Something… attainable. Which was a million times more dangerous. “I’ll be sure to pass your compliments to Luigi,” he said, his voice warm. “But no, his loyalty can’t be bought. I’ve tried. He just likes me because I tip well and don’t complain about the garlic.”

She yawned. She had been sitting for a long time, she was fatigued. “And you didn’t see him till you got here?”Ann inquired. “Yes, I have called him over fifty times. He's not taking the call and he's not returning the call”. Roxana sounds tired. “That’s bad. Too bad,”Ann lamented. “Too bad.I didn’t go to my workplace today. Just to see him and set things straight with him”She hissed. “Truly, he is exactly what the people call him ‘The Ruthless billionaire’. Now, I know he is”.

“That my best friend’s bodyguard is actually a billionaire. And not annnyy billionaire but freaking Nikolai Dorne” Now beside her, I led her to the couch. She didn’t resist, of course; she lived for dramatic entrances. I placed my hand on her shoulder as she lowered onto the couch, giving her light massages. “I know what you’re doing, and it's ohhh,” she groaned, “baby just there.” I continued with the massage, “You’ve had a tough week.” “Tell me about it. It’s one thing to deal with a self-absorbed Englishman who can’t stop bragging about his vintage properties, and it’s another that he smells like a neglected locker room. Like, sir, you’re a billionaire. Invest in deodorant!”

“You know him.” “He is a member of my council.” He said it flatly. “He portrays himself as the reasonable one, the elder who only wants what’s best for the pack.” A muscle worked in his jaw. “I’ve never trusted him. I didn’t expect to find him standing behind my surrogate’s family, either.” I stared at him. “Your council. You’re not just some businessman who happened to have money for a surrogacy contract.” “I’m the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack,” he said finally, like the admission cost him a lot. “I assumed the agency would have told you at some point before now.”

Right here? “I prefer creative.” Morozov replies. His face falling back into the horrifying, cold stare. I can’t read him like all the other men. I expected he would be difficult to handle, but then again, it’s Russia’s nightmare after all. A merciless billionaire who runs people over no matter who they are You are either on his side, by his side, or in his fucking way. “You’re no different from your miserable family, sweetheart. The rumors were right about you.” He mutters with disgust.

After all, Naara in his eyes is the woman who fits a billionaire like him the most, the girl is tough enough to face all the bad things that come in her life. The life of a Billionaire like Aderaldo is not as pleasant and beautiful as everyone seems. Rivals and even the closest people can become enemies in the blanket. Of course, Aderaldo can't choose a weak and stupid girl, while Naara is the complete package that Aderaldo is looking for. ***

it all clicked into a terrifying picture. Michael Sotheby. The name was a whisper of pure dread in my mind. The city's most notorious billionaire. A man whose ruthlessness in business was legendary, a predator who made Matt look like an amateur. And I was in his bed. A fresh wave of terror, colder and sharper than any I'd felt with Matt, washed over me. I tried to pull away, my movements frantic. I jumped from the frying pan into the fire. A much, much bigger fire.

“Elara Wynn: The Barren Fiancée?” “Unable to give him an heir, billionaire turns to ex-lover!” “Celyne Ward—The Woman Who Could Do What Elara Couldn’t.” My chest tightened. No. No. I scrolled faster, my breathing turning shallow as more articles loaded. Comments. Thousands of them. Cruel. Mocking. Ruthless. “Imagine losing your man AND not being able to give him a child… embarrassing.” “She couldn’t even keep him satisfied, now the ex is back to fix things.”