The Billionaire's Surrogate Novels & Stories

"The cops? The cops won't touch anything involving Killian Blackwood." I’d thought they were just urban legends, meant to scare off the new girls. After all, ten billion dollars was a hell of an incentive. If I could just give the mysterious billionaire CEO, Killian Blackwood, a healthy heir, I could pay off all the debt my father left behind. Those numbers haunted my dreams. Five million in medical bills. Three million in loans. Two million in interest. That ten-million-dollar anchor was dragging me under. I couldn't breathe. I had no choice but to stay.

Mew ignored them and rejected all the proposals coming towards them making his parents' head ache big time. As the only heir, it is his job to balance and maintain the prosperity of their companies all around the world, Johannesburg contains a lot of companies in the industry of Networks, Hotels, Restaurants, Resorts, Pharmaceutical, Constructions, REAL estates, Ranches and so on. Due to the stress, Mew doesn't have time to fix his own sexual relationship and find a partner so he opted to have a surrogate to continue his lineage. Having an heir via surrogacy helps him let out some stress of finding a partner who has the possibility to come after his wealth, or maybe a wolf in a sheep skin or

“Given the state of the company right now, I like to know where my nephew disappears to when he should be preparing for an emergency board session.” “You’re having me followed?” “I’m protecting this family’s interests.” Marcus’s eyes shifted to me, cataloging every detail. “And you must be the surrogate everyone’s been discussing at every dinner table in this city.” “Celeste,” I said. “Marcus Vale. Gregory’s uncle.” He extended a hand I took reluctantly. His grip lingered a second too long. “Tell me, Celeste, does a surrogate usually meet the father of her contracted child alone, at night, at the exact spot he used to bring his late wife?”

The moment I stepped inside, the familiar heaviness settled immediately inside my chest again. Everything was already prepared. The dining table looked expensive enough to belong in a magazine. Candles. Crystal glasses. Luxury arranged so perfectly it almost looked fake. Vivian noticed me first. “Well,” she smiled lightly, “our surrogate finally arrived.” The word hit exactly the way she intended it to. Surrogate. Not Celyne. Never Celyne. I forced a small smile. “You wanted to see me,” I replied calmly. “So I’m here.” “Easy, surrogate Celyne,” Vivian chuckled softly. “We simply want to know how you’re holding up with our baby.”

Emily asked, confused, as she pulled her brows together. “You know what I mean, Emily,” Vanessa said with a shrug as she struggled not to roll her eyes. Yes, she had come to Emily, but then again, Emily needed to understand the situation that was at stake, what the news of her childbirth situation and the identity of the surrogate mother would do to the multi-billion-dollar company. So it was best if this NDA was signed and cleared out of the way. “Oh, so now I’m a threat to the rich, big-ass billionaires that need my help?” Emily said, throwing her hands in the air as she moved over to her oven, which Becca had helped turn off.

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.

But this man here, Logan Carter the self made billionaire son of Arthur Carter wanted me to be the surrogate mother of his children. “Is this not the strangest offer ever? Why would he even want a surrogate mother when literally any girl will give anything to be with him?” I stared at him confused. “But why me? Why do you want a surrogate mother? Why don't you get a wife to give you children instead?” I wanted to understand the situation.

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.

No opportunity was too small or insignificant. She'd worked tirelessly, juggling over eight jobs a day to pay off monstrous loans with their outrageous interest rates that multiplied every second. But now she was totally free from the shackles of debts! Hurray! It felt so surreal, too good to be true. And it was all thanks to her half-sister, Vivienne Bellerose, who had offered her the whopping sum of ten million in exchange for becoming her surrogate mother. With half of the amount as a down payment and the other half to be received after the child was born.

" She is right. I need money. Even if the cartel doesn't know where I am at the moment, I need to be on the safe side. I need more than one thousand dollars in my account for an emergency exit plan. But carrying someone else's child and disrupting my life for nine months doesn't seem natural to me. And what if I die during labor? No, I can't. I mull, furiously biting my bottom lip when she speaks again, " My ex-son-in-law is a billionaire well-connected in this city and everywhere. He can help you with whatever you need if you do this," I stare at her sharply after her words. " But you said he didn't want a surrogate to carry his child even when your daughter was alive. What will change his