The Billionaire's Abandoned Surrogate Novels & Stories

Maya was curled on the sofa, tea in hand, scrolling absently through her phone when she noticed it: a headline tucked on a gossip blog. Billionaire Adrian Knight’s Surrogate Revealed? Mystery Pregnancy Sparks Questions. Her stomach dropped. She clicked the article, her breath catching as the words swam before her eyes. Speculation. Anonymous sources. Whispers that the Knight heir wasn’t conceived naturally, that Adrian had hired a surrogate through a private agency. No names. Not yet. But the comments section was brutal. Cruel jokes. Ugly accusations. Strangers tearing apart a story they didn’t even know. Her tea turned to acid in her stomach.

His voice stopped me, and I looked at him. “Good morning.” He stared at me for a few seconds before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a black card and slid it across the table toward me, and I stared at it in confusion. “The client is supposed to give the surrogate a monthly allowance.” He leaned back in his chair. “If you'd read through the contract thoroughly, you'd have seen that.” There it was again. Another insult disguised as a statement. I pursed my lips. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”

Another pause. Then carefully— “They’re saying Miss Celyne is your surrogate.” Silence. For a split second— I thought I heard wrong. “What?” “They’re claiming you couldn’t have a child with Miss Elara… so you hired your ex as a surrogate. Some outlets are calling it a hidden arrangement.” Something inside me snapped. My grip on the phone tightened dangerously. “That’s not all,” he continued. “Some are accusing Miss Celyne of blackmail. Saying she’s using the pregnancy to force her way back into your life.”

Aurora pov “Please doctor can you get rid of this child" I said.i just couldn't keep this child. “What? Why would you say that?" Sarah turned to me. "I just can't do this, Sarah," I said, feeling a sense of desperation. "I'm still trying to clear my name, still trying to bring my mother to justice. I don't have the means to take care of a child. And what about the father? Asher? He hates me, he thinks I'm a murderer. What kind of life would this child have?"

He shoved it open and pulled me into a narrow, dimly lit storage room, out of sight of the corridor. "I have a plan that benefits us both," he whispered, his eyes darting with every word. "You're the chosen surrogate for a comatose billionaire. There's no need to crawl back to the gutter. We just pretend. You play your part here, and in private, you and I make sure you carry a child." I kept my voice soft. "And when I'm pregnant? What do I tell the Vances?"

"Ten million dollars. Dem it, he’s putting a price tag on a soul because his 'perfect' bride is broken." "It gets worse," Sarah added, sliding a digital document onto the screen. "In the fine print, the mother has to sign away all rights. The child stays with the Vanes. The woman vanishes with the cash. He’s looking for a surrogate he can discard, just like he discarded you."

It was the latter that used up all the money she had worked and saved to support herself and asher. Times are hard and the welfare for children had made a decision to take Asher away since the young lady can't afford a basic life for him. It is this reason that forced her to heed Michelle's advice the moment he told her about a job of being a surrogate for a billionaire called Blaze Lucas Campbell.

I headed upstairs I froze the next minute. “We are buying a new one tomorrow.We got money from a man.A rich man .He visited this afternoon and wants you be his surrogate” “He wants an heir” “He’s in love with your bodily features” My mother dropped the bomb. “Your nose, honey” She tapped My Father's nose gently “Rylee, we are rich. He paid one hundred thousand dollars as a deposit and he promised to pay more” “Only if you accept to be his surrogate”

She needed to distance herself. She needed to create space. She needed to finish this surrogacy safely and leave with her one million dollars. But the moment she closed her eyes, the memory of Alejandro’s touch returned with painful clarity. She pressed a pillow against her face and whispered into the fabric. “This cannot continue. It cannot.” But her body did not listen. Her heart did not listen. And the world around her was shifting into something dangerous. Something she could no longer control.

"She has defiled our pure werewolf blood! According to ancient law, she and these abominations must die!" "No!" I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed to my knees. "I'm not a spy!" Tears streamed down my face like a flood. "The children are mine, yes, but I'm not a spy! I'm just a normal person who joined a surrogacy program to pay off my debts!" "Please, spare them!" I sobbed, sinking to my knees. "The children are innocent! They know nothing! If someone must die, let it be me!" In the cage, my three children saw me on my knees and let out pained whimpers.