The Billionaire's Abandoned Surrogate Novels & Stories

DARLINGTON: "Okay," Jenna agreed, and I called room service. Soon, our meals arrived, and I refrained from telling Jenna that my parents had already found a new wife for me, especially my father. I couldn't tell Jenna about it. Not when she was suggesting that we use a surrogate mother and had no desire to become pregnant for me. I was frustrated by her constant refusal to get pregnant. But yes, I was a billionaire, and I could afford a surrogate mother, but I wouldn't say I liked the idea of it.

“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.

I said because I knew what my best friend could be thinking about now. “Whatever.” She said, rolling her eyes, then asked, “did you manage to find anything about his career life? Or is he just some rich prince?” “His father owns cyberion tech” I watched as Gigi's mouth widened in amusement, “No. Freaking. Way” “I'm serious. I was also very surprised when I heard that” “Do you know what this means??” Gigi screeched. “You are a billionaire's surrogate! And you can eventually make him fall in love with you and then you both will get married!” Gigi said, going ahead to plan my life.

“I can't even believe this is happening. In my entire life, I've never imagined that I'll be together with the Davison's heir, talk more of being the mother of his child.” “Oh, dear Valerie. I'm so happy for you. This is you realizing all your dreams.” Susan hugged her passionately. Blinking back tears of joy, Valerie sniffed. “Who would have thought that being a surrogate mother will bring me so much fortune? You know how much I wished that I was never a surrogate mother? Now, it seems to be the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was actually a surrogate mother to the daughter of the most powerful man in the country.”

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.

“Billionaire’s Nanny Revealed as Surrogate Mother of the Willoughby Twins.” The headline glares at me from the screen, with each word like a punch. There’s a picture of me outside the Willoughby house. I remember that day. I was holding Bernard’s backpack, laughing at something Bernice said. The article zooms in on that moment, calls me ‘the mysterious woman who reentered the billionaire’s life under the guise of childcare.’ I can’t breathe. I scroll through, my hands trembling. There’s more — photos of Alex and me at the park, a clip from the flower shop’s I*******m showing me arranging lilies, a line that says:

The rear door opened. I stood immediately, every muscle in my body braced for whom I was about to face. But the man who stepped out wasn’t him. He was taller and broader. And even from a few feet away, I knew exactly who I was looking at. “You,” I said, before I could stop myself. Killian didn’t answer right away. He stood at the edge of the sidewalk, jaw tight, eyes moving from me to the apartment door behind me. “I got an anonymous call twenty minutes ago, telling me my surrogate’s family has a debt issue I should know about before things go any further”

Chloe woke to her phone ringing on the nightstand, vibrations rattling against the wood like an alarm that wouldn’t stop. She grabbed it, squinting at the screen, and her stomach twisted hard. The leaked surrogacy contract had detonated overnight. Headlines screamed across every platform. "Paid Surrogate or Gold-Digger Wife? King Contract Exposes Millions in Payoff", "Chloe Bennett: From Bakery to Billionaire Bank Account". The comment sections were vicious. "She trapped him with the twins. Classic plus-size hustle."

She muttered “Yes I did and that is what I told him the first time but he knows about my mother being sick, I don’t know how he found out but he said he would send her to the best hospital in the world if I accept his terms of surrogacy.” “He said that to you? What does this man want from you? Isn’t it strange that he is hell bent on you being the one that bears his child?” Mara noted sitting on the bed with her friend. “He said he finds me both intriguing and interesting and he wants to get to know me. For God sake, the man is a freaking billionaire. Why would he want to get to know me at all, I am nothing.”

Sofia would be able to give him proper heirs, while our baby would now be a bastard. “And?” “And what? He took her back. We’re done. Finished. He apparently tore out up the contract so I’m in a giant amount of debt that I’ll never be able to pay back and I’m pregnant with his child who he just abandoned,” I snapped and I covered my mouth, acutely aware that I had just mentioned the contract that was supposed to be a secret. Noah gently pried away my hand. “It’s okay. I know about the contract. You didn’t break any promises.”