The Billionaire's Abandoned Surrogate Novels & Stories

I asked with an arched eyebrow. “Well the news I just got demands a shout, scream, and whatever it takes.” “So, what’s the occasion?” I questioned. “From a confirmed source a billionaire is searching for a surrogate, and the audition is held next week Monday.” She answered happily, flipping her hair. “Surrogate?” “Yes, a surrogate. What is wrong with being one? I get paid well and live my life with luxuries after the contract.” Eunice explained with a nonchalant attitude. “I’m not throwing surrogate moms under the bus. Just that I won’t be able to be a surrogate mom, my feelings won’t let me.” I replied with a low whisper, I could barely hear myself.

She bites her lip. "But what about everything else?" She takes a step away from me and then back towards me as she considers my words and the intentions behind them. "I'm not sure what you're proposing, Mr Thorne." Then she exhales a long breath. "Why don't I help you look for someone more willing to be your surrogate?" She hems and haws and then clears her throat. "Especially when it's a complete medical process, and there's no intimacy required. Anyone else would be willing to do this more than me if they need the money." Putting my hands in my pockets, I give up.

She pulled away, her eyes already brimming, “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d stop me.” “Stop you from what?” he asked, looking around, “this place looks like a museum.” “I’m a surrogate,” she said softly, “to the man who owns this house, a billionaire.” His mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding.” “I’m not.” He stared at her, speechless, “you did this… for me?” “I had no choice.” He ran a hand over his face, pacing back and forth. “Isabel, this is insane. You… you’re pregnant? For a stranger?”

Five million dollars!!!! she screamed. She pulled the printed advertisement from her bag for the tenth thousand times, the edges already worn from being folded and unfolded a dozen times. “SEEKING SURROGATE MOTHER. Substantial compensation. Complete confidentiality required. Serious inquiries only.” Five million wasn’t a number that belonged in Mia’s world. Her world consisted of nursing textbooks with coffee stains, fourteen-hour shifts at the hospital and the diner, and a cramped apartment where she’d converted the living room into her brother’s recovery space. Five million dollars could fix everything. It could fix Kevin.

I had cried, promising to find a way out, but he gave me a weak smile and told me not to worry. Like a solution to the promise I had made to my father. The next day, when he was about to be discharged,I overheard a conversation between the hospital's dean and a man about a surrogacy plan with a payment of one billion dollars. I waited for the other man to leave before approaching the dean, who was shocked at my request to apply to be a surrogate but nevertheless agreed to assist, and I made him promise my father didn't know about my request.

Jason sounded offended. “This is something which can’t be spread, so I am requesting you to keep it to yourself.” Damien said and sighed deeply, “When I and Ava failed to conceive a baby naturally, we chose the option of surrogacy. I don’t know how but she ended up becoming the surrogate.” Damien told him signalling at me. “Holy Goodness! This is like a scene from a daily soap. Your ex-wife is back in your life as your surrogate. The woman you abandoned because she couldn’t give you a child, is actually pregnant with your child. Just amazing.” Jason looked into great shock.

The way he switched up from calm to anger was shocking, “I can’t leave yet, Zayn and I have built a friendship over the months and I know how important this baby is to him. I’ll leave after delivering the baby.” “You’re willing to give your baby to a man who forced you here and stole all your rights just to bear his heir? I never knew you to be this stupid, Ava”. I stood up, “You never knew me in the first place, I believe this conversation is over and…” He cut in, “Don’t you fear for your life?” he asked a sinister expression on his face and I felt a shiver run down my spine, “Have you forgotten how the other surrogate died? She was killed!”

“Don’t get too attached to the child in your womb. It’s not yours, after all.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My heart twisted painfully, but I forced myself to stay composed. Turning to her, I managed a tight, almost defiant smile. “I know that,” I said, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. “This child is only my ticket to getting out of a miserable life.” The satisfaction in Hillary’s eyes was subtle but unmistakable. That’s exactly what she wanted to hear. Good. Let her think I was just another greedy surrogate here for the paycheck.

"What's going on, Em?" I took a deep breath. "They want me to be a surrogate." Amber's jaw dropped. "They what?" "It's for Damien Grey," I added. "The missing billionaire? Em, have you lost your mind?" Amber follows all the celebrity gossip, so it wasn't a surprise she knew him. "Why would you even consider it?" "They're offering half a million dollars, Amb. A million if it's a boy." Amber shook her head vigorously. "No amount of money is worth risking your future. This whole thing sounds shadier than a forest at midnight."

This was certainly the life a girl could get used to. Of course, it hadn’t started out this way. It had been a rocky road since the billionaire, railroad heir had handpicked Amber as his surrogate. Had it only been five months ago when Grayson had presented her that shady contract at The Cobra Club? He’d often treated her cold and distant in the beginning, until one night his drunken love confession had changed everything. Grayson had brought the passion and heat her pussy and her heart had been needing so desperately. Times were good for a short while, until the billionaire pulled the rug out from under Amber’s stilettos and announced his engagement to heiress Courtney Van Tessin.