Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Surrogate

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.

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!”

"What's going on, Em?" I took a deep breath. "They want me to be a surrogate." Amber's jaw dropped. "They what?" "It's for Damien Grey," I added. "The missing billionaire? Em, have you lost your mind?" Amber follows all the celebrity gossip, so it wasn't a surprise she knew him. "Why would you even consider it?" "They're offering half a million dollars, Amb. A million if it's a boy." Amber shook her head vigorously. "No amount of money is worth risking your future. This whole thing sounds shadier than a forest at midnight."

“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

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.

“There's this couple who need a surrogate mother.” “What?” — the retort sprang out of my lips as I crinkled my face at the word. “Hey, before you say anything, let me finish, alright?” she said, trying to get me not to create a scene. “Look, I know what you've been going through, Brianna. However, I'm just trying to help here. The wife is scared of childbirth and all. So, all you need to do is get pregnant for him and get your money; the pay is beyond your imagination.”

“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:

"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.

My father left me with millions in debt, a sick mother, and a brother whose future was about to disappear. Then billionaire Aiden Blackwood offered me two million dollars to carry his baby. One year. One child. No feelings. Aiden had a fiancée he loved, and I was only the woman hired to give them the heir they desperately wanted. So I entered his mansion knowing I would leave the moment the baby was born. I just didn't expect Aiden to be the one who couldn't let me go. The stolen glances became lingering touches. The cold billionaire became fiercely protective. And the man who once warned me never to fall for him became the man falling hardest. But his fiancé

“Given the state of the company right now, I like to know where my nephew disappears to when he should be preparing for an emergency board session.” “You’re having me followed?” “I’m protecting this family’s interests.” Marcus’s eyes shifted to me, cataloging every detail. “And you must be the surrogate everyone’s been discussing at every dinner table in this city.” “Celeste,” I said. “Marcus Vale. Gregory’s uncle.” He extended a hand I took reluctantly. His grip lingered a second too long. “Tell me, Celeste, does a surrogate usually meet the father of her contracted child alone, at night, at the exact spot he used to bring his late wife?”