Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

But tonight was different; she couldn't seem to focus on anything. Her heart raced as she approached the table where the chief sponsor, Mr. Gabriel Hernández, a billionaire artist and host of the event, was sitting. He gave the signal for a refill of his champagne and as she bent down to pour it, she caught a glimpse of his cold steely eyes. Her hands trembled as her blond hair made a curtain in front of her face. She tried to steady her hand as she poured his wine, but it shook uncontrollably, and the clear liquid spilled over the edge of the glass, drenching his pristine white shirt.

"Because I want my business partners to see me as ruthless. It helps with my image in the business world. No one messes with me because they're afraid of what I might do." Clara stared at him, trying to process everything. "So you let people think you're heartless?" "It's easier that way. If they think I'm a monster, they won't try to take advantage of me like they did my mother." Clara shook her head slowly. "Wow. This feels like I'm in some kind of movie." They both laughed, but it was shaky laughter. The tension between them was thick. "You're not what I expected," Clara said softly.

before ushering her out the door with cold civility. But I? I preferred fire over pity. I fed on discomfort, on vulnerability, on people thinking they could control the storm when they were already drowning in it. “You think one night between the sheets entitles you to a favor?” I asked, my voice smooth and slow, a venomous caress. “Do you even understand who you’re talking to?” She straightened, trying to gather the scraps of her pride, and snapped back with certainty. “Lucian Voss. CEO of Voss Global. Untouchable billionaire with more money than God and a personality to match.”

"It’s true, Boss. That woman isn’t someone we can mess with. And what’s surprising is that the Bakers aren’t actually Bakers. They’re Riverwoods. Violet Riverwood is their youngest daughter and the strongest billionaire with real authority in every sector." Violet Riverwood… No wonder she told me she would meet me one week later. That meant she was going to handle our families first. Hah. She kept giving me surprises one after another. My chest tightened painfully—not in fear, but in something I couldn’t name. "That bitch is really something. Don’t you think you should just kill her now and get our people back? Boss!" The moment he called her that, my fist tightened instantly, and before I c

I think I’m the most stupid person on planet earth to be easily deceived by that assh*le, why did I even trust him and believe in his filthy mouth? “And we’ll be able to get out of here.” He added instead. “Are you certain that we could still get out of here?” “Remember who am I?” I rolled my eyes again. “Who else doesn’t? You’re the proudest…” “Ops, no. I’m the most handsome billionaire mafia, who has a lot of connections out there. So I’ll get you out of here.” “You’re really too proud,” I uttered.

Silence suddenly took over their conversation as Jackson dumbfoundedly stared at Chris’s cheerful eyes and bright smile. “Congratulations! You are a billionaire and the father of a triplet! Ta-da!”

She places her hand on the metal handle of the wooden door and pushes down on it before opening the door. The door reveals Alex, neatly dressed, suited up and looking uneasy. The minute he rode into Cara's street until he parked and got down, he has been getting weird stares. Maybe it's the Maserati he drove in or the Armani suit he has on but he knows he has to get out of the neighbourhood as soon as possible before he gets abducted or worse. "I need..." Alex begins to speak but he is cut off with a door to his face. Cara slams the door on the billionaire not thinking about what she has to lose.

What? He must be joking. I pull my hand back a fraction, puzzled at his response. All of this is to get me back to work? It can't possibly be the truth, but why would he say it? Why can't he admit that he feels something too? I shake my head, gathering my thoughts, and realize maybe he hasn't admitted it because he doesn't. It's possible those things people say about billionaires becoming rich because they're ruthless is the truth. There's no shining nice guy hiding under his gruff exterior. Would Vincent do this for his other assistants? The man is so utterly frustrating.

Alice pleaded, wondering if she had fallen into the hands of a vampire prince or perhaps a mafia ruler, as she had read about in books. "your worst nightmare" "What?" "My name is Arnold Hawthorne, and I am the CEO and heir to the Hawthorne corporate empire. I won't say this again, so pay attention. You are going to be my surrogate bride because I am the youngest billionaire in Country B and beyond and nobody can escape my vengeance. You will become the mother of my heir." Arnold murmured inanely and in a detached manner. seated across from her on the bed. How come?" Alice was taken aback by his statements and gasped.

RUTH sat sadly on the edge of the bed, feeling the sorrow crossing from Lush's eyes to her, now enveloping her entire being. Lush Miguel's as a great grandchild is exceptionally kind, a loving individual, despite being the heir to immense wealth. It's delightful that despite his status, he remains so kind and humble. The parents who raised a billionaire like her boss are truly admirable. Then there's her – a poor girl used and taken advantage of him for money. She didn't want to dwell on it, but Baron once mentioned that he had a father who harbored anger and never acknowledged him. Baron had a different heart from Lush.