The Billionaire's Surrogate Wife Novels & Stories

I headed upstairs I froze the next minute. “We are buying a new one tomorrow.We got money from a man.A rich man .He visited this afternoon and wants you be his surrogate” “He wants an heir” “He’s in love with your bodily features” My mother dropped the bomb. “Your nose, honey” She tapped My Father's nose gently “Rylee, we are rich. He paid one hundred thousand dollars as a deposit and he promised to pay more” “Only if you accept to be his surrogate”

“I can't even believe this is happening. In my entire life, I've never imagined that I'll be together with the Davison's heir, talk more of being the mother of his child.” “Oh, dear Valerie. I'm so happy for you. This is you realizing all your dreams.” Susan hugged her passionately. Blinking back tears of joy, Valerie sniffed. “Who would have thought that being a surrogate mother will bring me so much fortune? You know how much I wished that I was never a surrogate mother? Now, it seems to be the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was actually a surrogate mother to the daughter of the most powerful man in the country.”

“Billionaire’s Nanny Revealed as Surrogate Mother of the Willoughby Twins.” The headline glares at me from the screen, with each word like a punch. There’s a picture of me outside the Willoughby house. I remember that day. I was holding Bernard’s backpack, laughing at something Bernice said. The article zooms in on that moment, calls me ‘the mysterious woman who reentered the billionaire’s life under the guise of childcare.’ I can’t breathe. I scroll through, my hands trembling. There’s more — photos of Alex and me at the park, a clip from the flower shop’s I*******m showing me arranging lilies, a line that says:

“Or maybe you were just cheaper than I thought.” I tried to stand up, anger flaring, but the billionaire put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down. “What are you trying to do?” he asked his wife, voice tight. She clapped her hands once. “Come in. Come in.” The door opened. Several staff members entered carrying a large silver tray covered with a black cloth. They placed it on the table and left without a word. The billionaire frowned. “What’s this?” The wife walked over, lifted the cloth with a flourish. “Ta-da! Surprise!”

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.

One of the men present was my lawyer, he has the legal papers,and I guess the other man was the bride's relative. I am Wilfred Donaldson,the said broke Billionaire who is at the verge of bankruptcy. I am getting married to save the face of my company. I don't need to be told, but I knew I always have this cold look which has kept people away from me. I looked down at my watch, the time was past 8, yet the bride wasn't here. Could she be the type to always look lavish and dolled up? As dangerous thoughts crossed my mind, the door was pushed open. There was no need for me to take a glance before I knew she had arrived.

It was the latter that used up all the money she had worked and saved to support herself and asher. Times are hard and the welfare for children had made a decision to take Asher away since the young lady can't afford a basic life for him. It is this reason that forced her to heed Michelle's advice the moment he told her about a job of being a surrogate for a billionaire called Blaze Lucas Campbell.

He picked it up immediately. Yes. They were part of the anniversary surprise I had planned for you. I secured the account after months of negotiations. Noah read the message again. An anniversary surprise. While she had been working quietly to bring one of the company’s biggest clients to the table… …he had been betraying her. For years, he had accepted everything she did as though it were simply expected. The late nights. The missed meals. The weekends she sacrificed. She had never once complained. She had simply shown up every day and quietly made his life easier.

he asked, his voice low and full of a quiet, paternal confusion. Before Devon could answer, Nana stepped forward, a desperate attempt to regain control. “Of course not, Richard,” she said, her voice firm, a final, unconvincing lie. “Devon wouldn’t be in love with the surrogate. Yvonne is just… upset. Let’s all just go back to bed and we will talk about this in the morning.”

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?