The Billionaire's Surrogate Novels & Stories

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”

The silence in the room is palpable as we both state at each other, I cross my fingers underneath the desk in anticipation and worry Dr William is quiet but his gaze on me tells me that he is trying to read into my head. He’s trying to know why I am trying to be a surrogate. It’s not that hard to figure out. I need money. “I want to help someone achieve their dream.” He smiles, “Do you know what it takes to be a surrogate? You are very young, Miss Levy. Are you sure you want to do this?”

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.

Now she was on a secret phone call, whispering about a billionaire, surrogacy, and something that sounded dangerously close to captivity. Ava played the message again. “I’m being held in his estate. I’m pregnant. I signed a surrogacy contract but it’s a lie. Naomi’s here too. Alive, but barely. I need help.” Ava exhaled sharply, pulled up a browser, and typed: Dominic Voss. The search yielded what she expected: clean press, billion-dollar companies, smiling photos in Armani suits. But she knew how that worked. The glossier the image, the filthier the cover-up.

"He’s a Vane, Lyra. And more importantly, he was raised by you. The Arctic doesn't stand a chance." ​As they stepped inside and the heavy oak door closed behind them, the house glowed like a beacon against the dark Atlantic night. The "Billionaire’s Surrogate Secret" wasn't a secret anymore. It was the foundation of a new world—one where the eyes might be silver, but the hearts were finally free.

I had worked up an appetite, after all. My legs were a little stiff from last night’s activities, so I decided to skip my workout and relax by the pool in the sun. As I read a book on my Kindle, I thought about how crazy it all was. First, I had signed a contract to have a billionaire’s baby. The natural way. Now I was having threesomes with his valet and personal assistant. I couldn’t believe this was my life. I certainly never expected things to go this way when I submitted my file to the surrogate agency. And I hadn’t even gotten pregnant yet!

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.

There were even some who became influencers, socialites, and, just as interestingly, sugar babies of wealthy businessmen. "You two haven't changed at all from college until now, huh?" Indriana teased Chacha and Arianna. Being a socialite herself, she appeared to be the most flamboyantly dressed that afternoon. Born to the heir of a gold tycoon, Indriana had always loved wearing layers of jewelry, earning her the nickname of a walking gold store on campus. "Well, what can we do? Chacha and I aren't power rangers who can transform," Arianna joked casually.

Anna’s eyes widened in shock, and her jaw almost dropped to the ground…almost. “I…He’s Tristian Reyes?” She stammered, her eyes still showing disbelief. “Are you kidding me right now? The man told you his name, for heaven’s sake!” Shayne screamed, gripping her hair out of frustration. “It didn’t occur to me then, Shayne. I had no idea.” Anna said, still unable to comprehend that the man she had just met was a renowned billionaire.

They repeated. It sounds strange to them. I scoffed and continued, “My stepmother heard about a billionaire who was willing to have a surrogate mother. And was willing to pay the surrogate mother off”. Brown and Val sighed, “ok”. I exhaled and progressed, “My stepmother saw it as an opportunity to clear off our debt. The debt was ruining us and we have nothing to exchange with it. The bank was ready to take our house from us. We had to free our workers including our house help”.