The Surrogate-in-law: The Billionaire Ceo's Deception Novels & Stories

“The secretary you came with... she’s actually your wife, right?” He laughed. “No, not by a long-shot.” His face darkened, and he stood up and took her hands in his. She had been watching him all morning, her green eyes taking in his every movement. She was able to read his emotions like a book, yet he knew this was going to be a surprise. “I haven’t been completely honest with you about what I do. I’m the new CEO of DS Oil and Gas.” She snorted in disbelief. “I knew you had money, Jack, but a billionaire? Be serious.”

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.

He is placed on a stretcher, while doctors and nurses begin to assess his injuries. "Where is my wife?" he asks, feeling more and more exhaustion creep up his arms and legs. "Wife?" one of the doctors asks. Maxmilian bites his lip. Of course, to the whole world, the businessman was a widower. He coughs, pretending to be confused and incoherent (and indeed he was) before correcting himself: "I mean... The girl who... Who is going to have a child of mine. We did a surrogacy deal." The lying words sound like poison on his lips, but it was more convenient to make up a story than to tell the sad, complicated truth.

But tonight was different; she couldn't seem to focus on anything. Her heart raced as she approached the table where the chief sponsor, Mr. Gabriel Hernández, a billionaire artist and host of the event, was sitting. He gave the signal for a refill of his champagne and as she bent down to pour it, she caught a glimpse of his cold steely eyes. Her hands trembled as her blond hair made a curtain in front of her face. She tried to steady her hand as she poured his wine, but it shook uncontrollably, and the clear liquid spilled over the edge of the glass, drenching his pristine white shirt.

Wringing my fingers together, I nervously respond to her, my voice going a tad lower, if it were possible to whisper it away and not have her hear a thing, I would have gladly gone with that option. "I mayormaynothavesignedtobeasurrogateforsomeomeandnowwehaveanimpromptudateorshouldIsaymeeting" With my fingers crossed, I hurriedly read out my response. "When did you or I become a typewriter? I'm not sure I heard you well, I need for you to… hol up a second!! Surrogate, signed! What the actual fuck Nancy Levy, tell me I didn't just hear that, or what I actually decoded right now is all false!"

“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:

“Hello? I’m completely lost here, Trinity.” She scooted closer to me, with a dead serious expression on her face. “You are newly pregnant. And there is a billionaire who wants a surrogate, to carry his baby. The money, benefits and allowances he is willing to pay the woman who will do that is enough to make her a filthy rich millionaire for life.” She placed a hand on my thigh. “You can be the surrogate. I will make the paperwork convincing. That baby you want to abort, will become his. And you instantly become rich.” I stared speechlessly.

As if she had lost her mind, Callie rushed forward and clawed at Anton's suit. "It's fake! It must be fake! My husband is a billionaire CEO. No one could have just taken his company away!" Peter howled madly, "You're all in on this together! This mistress couldn't fool everyone alone, so she hired actors to put on this show with her!" George desperately piled in. "Exactly! She has to be a fraud! "This guy is no senior executive at all! I've worked under Mr. Solomon for years, and I've never seen this guy, so she must've hired him to come here!"

“Let’s get married now. Or else I can tell the media about your surrogate carrying a child that isn’t your family’s.” The fury in me detonated, hot and vicious. My vision tunneled. “You dare—” I spat, the word tearing out of me. But she didn’t give me the chance to unleash the rest. “You don’t want to know what the world will think, do you? About Colton Sinclair—tricking an innocent woman, your own employee, into carrying a child with no father? Or maybe…” she tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with poison, “…do you know who the father really is?”

What made her most chilling was her uncle's family, who disappeared without a trace overnight! If she could not raise enough money to pay the hospital's arrears within a short period of time, her mother would have to be discontinued with drugs, and the consequences would be disastrous. At this moment, she received a mysterious phone call asking whether she was willing to do surrogacy. The payment was two million yuan.