The Billionaire's Surrogate Wife Novels & Stories

“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.

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.”

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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?

“Unless you want to hear about your mother, which I think you should, otherwise we are done.” “We can’t be done. I need a solution.” “I’m sorry. I can only go as far as finding information. This is Christian’s job, but for you I—” “You can tell me about my mother,” I cut her off. I didn’t want her starting to seduce me again. “Alright. So she—oh yeah, Stephanie. Well, you do know she was a surrogate, right?” “Which is confusing, as from what I’ve learned she's a billionaire.”

Just then, the door swung open. A beautiful woman walked in. She had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a tall, slender figure wrapped in an expensive white dress. She radiated the kind of effortless beauty and sharp-edged arrogance that came with old money. I’d seen her a few times. Her name was Tiffany. She was always around the estate, and she seemed close to Killian. I’d assumed she was his girlfriend or fiancée. The thought had crossed my mind: why wasn't she one of the surrogates?

Making sure she stayed quiet. Jake kept scrolling. There were financial records too. Payments to offshore accounts. Transfers between shell corporations. A paper trail showing exactly how Viktor moved money. And then Jake found something that made his blood run cold. A document labeled “Future Acquisitions.” He opened it. It was a list. Names. Ages. Locations. Personal information. Women. Desperate women. Women with sick family members or crushing debt or impossible situations. Potential surrogates. The list had twenty-three names on it.