The Billionaire's Surrogate Novels & Stories

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?”

He must've known me before now. Dylan Walter, a wealthy billionaire becoming my baby daddy by chance. This was certainly unbelievable! He tossed a file to me as he stood up, sheltering his hands into his pockets. “Surrogacy contract” I read out loudly. He was paying me $1million to keep the child.. “W.. what is this? No! I can't accept it! I'm not selling my child to you, Dylan!” I flared in rage. A cold silence followed and then I spoke again. “I'd rather raise my child without your help. Besides, you said it yourself, my marriage with Steven has ended. I do not intend to be held back by another man!”

We all couldn’t sleep all night because of her pains while I couldn’t sleep all night not only because Jane was in pain but because I would never achieve what I have always wanted with my Prince Charming. The following day in the afternoon, my Aunt boss called and told us to come that my result is out and I am fit for the surrogacy job, she also told us the woman I will be a surrogate for will be in her office with her lawyer to seal the deal. We went to the surrogate company which was one of the biggest in California with one of the best facilities. I and my Aunty knock on the office door and we were allowed in. There was a woman whose dressing was screaming money, she was wearing a Dior wh

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!”

I felt my words were not sincere enough, when he confessed his feelings to me, I felt my reply was lame. I sneaked out of the hospital to pay him a surprise visit without anyone's notice. I found my way into the mansion, heading straight to his study, then I found out the worst— I was nothing but a surrogate. I couldn't control my tears, I felt betrayed and cheated. I had to end this, finding out the truth made my heart clench in pain.

Cynthia said happily, “I got myself a billionaire. He lives in London—handsome, caring. He asked me to be his girl in the most romantic way.” “And you said yes,” Ariella said knowingly. “Of course!” Cynthia replied confidently. “You’re looking at a billionaire’s fiancée now.” “Wow,” Ariella said, forcing excitement. Deep down, her thoughts were elsewhere—on how to convince her sister to be her surrogate. Ari hugged Cynthia. “Congrats, girl. I’m so happy for you.” “One more thing,” Cynthia added. “He’s picking me up later. Dinner first… and maybe I’ll get eaten too,” she winked.

“No! Let me go! She’s not leaving! What do you mean she’s leaving? She’s not leaving!” We kept shouting and dragging at each other. The wife leaned in and whispered something quickly into the billionaire’s ear. He sighed. “Okay, fine. For the sake of the baby, Clara, you can stay. But once she’s done with the surrogacy and leaves, pack your bags and get the fuck out of this place alongside with her.” Clara swallowed hard again. “Thank you…” The billionaire waved his hand dismissively. “Everyone else, leave this place immediately.” The guards and staff quickly disappeared.

“And they’ve got receipts—even if they’re forged.” --- By nightfall, the story was out. Not in the tabloids, but in the corners of the internet where scandal breeds. A whistleblower blog leaked images of Amara’s supposed “contract,” implying she had always intended to sell the child. That Liam was covering it up. That the billionaire’s baby wasn’t a love story—it was a transaction. It took less than an hour for hashtags to start trending. #BoughtNotBorn #BlackwoodScandal #ContractedSurrogate

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.”

Silence suddenly took over their conversation as Jackson dumbfoundedly stared at Chris’s cheerful eyes and bright smile. “Congratulations! You are a billionaire and the father of a triplet! Ta-da!”