The Billionaire's Surrogate Novels & Stories

“Unless you want to hear about your mother, which I think you should, otherwise we are done.” “We can’t be done. I need a solution.” “I’m sorry. I can only go as far as finding information. This is Christian’s job, but for you I—” “You can tell me about my mother,” I cut her off. I didn’t want her starting to seduce me again. “Alright. So she—oh yeah, Stephanie. Well, you do know she was a surrogate, right?” “Which is confusing, as from what I’ve learned she's a billionaire.”

I asked him. He chuckled, "Do I have a choice? Besides, my door need fixing and Grayson is in charge with that. So, you don't have a choice either." I shook my head because somehow he's right, since my desperate foot lead my way here and made me the billionaire's surrogate. However, I don't quite understand why I need to have a bunch of bodyguard. Is there's something I missed about Grayson? Or he's such a psychopath who want to make sure I wouldn't dare escaping him? Who cares if he's a psychopath who's looking for a girl to be his surrogate? Well, I do.

"This is not good." "You think someone paid him off?" "I think someone wanted you alone and vulnerable. So when opportunity came, you would take it." "The surrogacy." "Yes." "But who would do that? I didn't know Dominic before the arrangement." "You didn't. But maybe someone knew about his plans. Maybe someone wanted to make sure the right woman was available." The idea is disturbing. "That's too complicated. Too much effort." "For a billionaire's children? For control of a company? Nothing is too much effort."

I finally drop the pencil and pick up my phone, opening the search bar at the top of the screen. I am at a loss for what to type because I only know him by his first name. My fingers tap rapidly on the phone's keyboard. 'Ethan Billionaire' appears on the search bar, and I tap the search icon. My eyes widen as I skim through the various articles that appear. There are many things I learn about him at once, and I feel as if I have been struck by lightning. I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that I was a surrogate for the wealthiest person in the country, Ethan Lorenzo.

“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.

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“Fine. The obedience part is gone. But everything else stays.” “Great. I needed the fat bank account before I leave,” I mocked, getting a jab out of him. “I’ll ask again. Do you still refuse to be our surrogate?” I stared at him, long and hard. Wondering if he just couldn’t stand not getting his way, or if he was genuinely too brain-dead to deserve that billionaire title. Must be nice, failing upward with that much money. Lucian already knew the answer, of course. He just wanted to hear it again…to remind me of what I wasn’t giving.

my director Damian praised, his words a welcome affirmation of my talent and skill. With a satisfied smile, I made my way to the changing room, the click-clack of my heels against the polished floors a soothing rhythm to my ears. As I slipped into my signature red gown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within me. My name is Aurora Williams, the offspring of the illustrious fashion designer Mariam Williams and the esteemed neurosurgeon Austin Williams. Born into a world of wealth and privilege, I had carved out a name for myself as the most sought-after model in the industry, my face gracing the covers of magazines and billboards around the world.

written in large letters, making me frown even before I could read the entire document. “That’s a contract, Grace, but it’s not a simple one. I’ll be honest with you—the contract is about becoming a surrogate mother. I know someone who’s willing to pay any amount just to find a woman who can carry his child,” Miko explained directly, making me stare at him again. “So… I’ll get pregnant in exchange for money, is that it?” I asked in confusion even though his explanation was already clear. Miko nodded while Calix quietly listened to our conversation.

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!