The Billionaire's Surrogate Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

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.

Millet served Lulu's dinner and took her leave. Lulu was reading more of the contract, it truly stated that the surrogate must play the role of the wife until after the child was born. Ding! First deposit of 150,000 dollars. "How do I tell him I want to be in my child's life?" She wondered, she had to find a way, she thought. * The dinner party was even bigger than the artist event. It was filled with mighty business class men and powerful politicians. Lulu was in a blue dress and sapphire necklace, her hair was in a neat bun and she was to stick by David Carlson's side through out.

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.

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.

“Is there a problem, Miss Levy?” Silence He sighs, “You know what, have a seat and we can discuss whatever this is all about." I walk slowly to the seat and fall into it. “So, what’s the problem?” I only say the word, “Surrogate.” My voice is like a whisper that I can hardly hear myself, but miraculously Dr William heard it. He must have had a lot of experiences with people not speaking loud enough for him to hear. “Surrogate?” He questions. I nod eagerly. “I saw the banner outside and I am very interested. It seems like an answered prayer, "What do I have to do to become a surrogate?”

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.

Tommorow , if all went well, this world would become her past. As she climbed the three flights to her apartment, Elena tried not to think about what she was giving up. Her independence, her privacy, and nine months of her life.Instead, she focused on what she was gaining: her father's life, and maybe, just maybe, a chance at a future she'd never dreamed possible.Her roommate Rosa looked up from her nursing textbooks when Elena walked in. "How did it go?" Elena sank onto their secondhand couch. "I think I'm about to become a surrogate for a billionaire."

I begged. He held my hand, and thought for a while. “I think I know a way, but I doubt you'll like it.” I would take anything. If he wanted me to be his slave, I would. “Tell me,” I said quickly. “I’ll do anything.” “You said anything,” he repeated slowly, like he was warning me. My voice remained strong. “Yes. Anything.” He leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a man. A billionaire. He wants a child, but not a wife. He’s looking for a surrogate. The payment is generous…more than enough to clear your debt and still leave you with enough to start over.”

"Do you know, little one... she's a troublemaker...I feel like now I have two kids' 'Victor said with a chuckle. His words were a little harsh but he couldn't help it. His Surrogate was a troublemaker. She made his life a living hell for the past nine months He smiled as he cradled his baby girl in his arms and carefully sat on the bed beside Vivienne's sleeping form and shifted the baby a little more to the left so she could have a better view of his Surrogate even if she was fast asleep. He was crazy to introduce two people who were sleeping. Of course, his daughter was still too young to open her cute little eyes and see the sleeping beauty before them but he had to do this anyway