The Billionaire Surrogate Novels & Stories

“Don’t get too attached to the child in your womb. It’s not yours, after all.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My heart twisted painfully, but I forced myself to stay composed. Turning to her, I managed a tight, almost defiant smile. “I know that,” I said, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. “This child is only my ticket to getting out of a miserable life.” The satisfaction in Hillary’s eyes was subtle but unmistakable. That’s exactly what she wanted to hear. Good. Let her think I was just another greedy surrogate here for the paycheck.

This was certainly the life a girl could get used to. Of course, it hadn’t started out this way. It had been a rocky road since the billionaire, railroad heir had handpicked Amber as his surrogate. Had it only been five months ago when Grayson had presented her that shady contract at The Cobra Club? He’d often treated her cold and distant in the beginning, until one night his drunken love confession had changed everything. Grayson had brought the passion and heat her pussy and her heart had been needing so desperately. Times were good for a short while, until the billionaire pulled the rug out from under Amber’s stilettos and announced his engagement to heiress Courtney Van Tessin.

I felt my words were not sincere enough, when he confessed his feelings to me, I felt my reply was lame. I sneaked out of the hospital to pay him a surprise visit without anyone's notice. I found my way into the mansion, heading straight to his study, then I found out the worst— I was nothing but a surrogate. I couldn't control my tears, I felt betrayed and cheated. I had to end this, finding out the truth made my heart clench in pain.

I finally drop the pencil and pick up my phone, opening the search bar at the top of the screen. I am at a loss for what to type because I only know him by his first name. My fingers tap rapidly on the phone's keyboard. 'Ethan Billionaire' appears on the search bar, and I tap the search icon. My eyes widen as I skim through the various articles that appear. There are many things I learn about him at once, and I feel as if I have been struck by lightning. I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that I was a surrogate for the wealthiest person in the country, Ethan Lorenzo.

Her dignity had already been trampled upon by this man over and over again. But she did not want to be a surrogate. She was not ready to get pregnant. She hadn’t finished college yet and got her dream job. She was yet to enjoy her youthful days. How could she give all that away? “Master Reid, please I beg you if that is what you want me to do. Please, I don’t want to be your surrogate. I get it… I get that you used a lot of money to buy me. but I can pay you in other ways. It doesn’t have to be like this.” Olivia cried as she messily wiped the tears from her eyes.

"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

Chloe woke to her phone ringing on the nightstand, vibrations rattling against the wood like an alarm that wouldn’t stop. She grabbed it, squinting at the screen, and her stomach twisted hard. The leaked surrogacy contract had detonated overnight. Headlines screamed across every platform. "Paid Surrogate or Gold-Digger Wife? King Contract Exposes Millions in Payoff", "Chloe Bennett: From Bakery to Billionaire Bank Account". The comment sections were vicious. "She trapped him with the twins. Classic plus-size hustle."

She looked about forty, with perfect posture, expensive perfume, and hair that didn't dare misbehave. “Liliana Vale? Please, come with me.” The consultation room was just as luxurious. Ivory walls, abstract art, a single orchid blooming on the corner of the desk. The woman sat across from her, carefully reviewing the forms Lili had just handed over. “I’m Dr. Emmeline Strathmore,” she said crisply, flipping through the pages. “I see you’ve applied to be a gestational surrogate.” Lili nodded once. “Yes.” Dr. Strathmore’s eyes moved over the forms. “Thank you for coming in. We’re always grateful to applicants. Now, I see here you’re twenty-one, a little younger than our usual surrogates… let me

In the air, Samantha's scent continued to linger. After leaving the VIP longue, Samantha decided to leave because it was suffocating and she couldn't bear to wait for even a minute. How saddening! Her closest family chose to destroy her reputation and future just for their selfish desires. The eighty million dollars sge made from being a surrogate was used to build the family wealth and then she was kicked out, thus not allowed to enjoy what she walked for. All they wanted was to make use of her last bit of benefit. She really started from the scratch together with Stefan. She chose him when he was a nobody but it turns out that he is the son of a multi billionaire, but what dud he do for he

The last time I spoke to the doctor, I was warned that if Aaron didn't get a surgical operation within the next four weeks, he would be at risk of dying. The burden to raise the money for his surgery fell solely on my shoulders, and his mother wasn't taking it easy on me at all as she told everyone who cared to listen that I was the reason behind her son's misfortune. She never accepted me as her daughter-in-law, anyways. When I first saw news of an unknown billionaire who needed a woman to bear a child for him through surrogacy, I had applied nonchalantly, without any expectations. Early this morning, a strange number called me, informing me of my scheduled interview with Mr D, the billion