Romans & histoires The Billionaire Surrogate

I had worked up an appetite, after all. My legs were a little stiff from last night’s activities, so I decided to skip my workout and relax by the pool in the sun. As I read a book on my Kindle, I thought about how crazy it all was. First, I had signed a contract to have a billionaire’s baby. The natural way. Now I was having threesomes with his valet and personal assistant. I couldn’t believe this was my life. I certainly never expected things to go this way when I submitted my file to the surrogate agency. And I hadn’t even gotten pregnant yet!

“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.”

I nodded and drew my eyes to meet Clifford’s piercing gaze. “Here, this is the contract for the surrogacy.” She handed me the file as I sat up on the hospital bed. “Just read it through and sign here.” I took the pen from her and went through the contract. It stated that I’ll have to keep it confidential, meaning no one can know that I'm their surrogate, and if I am seen pregnant, I’ll have to lie. It seemed like they wanted people to think that they were having the baby as normal husband and wife.

Then, as if it were the simplest thing in the world, he said— "I want you to be my surrogate." My heart slammed against my ribs. A cold shiver rushed through me, my skin prickling. My mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. I blinked, trying to process what I had just heard. Surrogate. Did he just say— I swallowed hard, my lips suddenly dry. "You… want me to carry your child?" Mr. Colton didn’t flinch, didn’t even hesitate. "Yes.”

"The cops? The cops won't touch anything involving Killian Blackwood." I’d thought they were just urban legends, meant to scare off the new girls. After all, ten billion dollars was a hell of an incentive. If I could just give the mysterious billionaire CEO, Killian Blackwood, a healthy heir, I could pay off all the debt my father left behind. Those numbers haunted my dreams. Five million in medical bills. Three million in loans. Two million in interest. That ten-million-dollar anchor was dragging me under. I couldn't breathe. I had no choice but to stay.

Maximus’ POV. The Manhattan Tribune July 20, 2025 / Breaking News Real Estate, Tech, and Finance Billionaire CEO, Maximus Wallace was facing backlash amidst the surrogate mother advertisement that he put out in all media outlet. The billionaire bachelor that recently look for a woman to bear his child suddenly stopped the application and a reliable source said that no one got the job—no one passed the application. Now, everyone was asking what happened? Did the bachelor have a cold feet or the surrogate mother ads is just a hoax, just a strategy to gain new investors?

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?”

written in large letters, making me frown even before I could read the entire document. “That’s a contract, Grace, but it’s not a simple one. I’ll be honest with you—the contract is about becoming a surrogate mother. I know someone who’s willing to pay any amount just to find a woman who can carry his child,” Miko explained directly, making me stare at him again. “So… I’ll get pregnant in exchange for money, is that it?” I asked in confusion even though his explanation was already clear. Miko nodded while Calix quietly listened to our conversation.

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!”