Novel & Cerita The Surrogate-in-law: The Billionaire Ceo's Deception

They were used to walking all over people like me and I had to swallow it in if I wanted to keep my job. The person was awfully silent yet I was aware of their presence so I slowly looked up and gasped. Oh shit, just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse. It was Ronan. Namely one of the city's most wanted bachelors and the CEO of some accessory company. “I've never seen you before” his deep voice rumbled as he looked me over, his brown eyes resting on my face after a look over. I straightened and cleared my throat.

Nobody wanted to stick around for the calamity, except Nyx who had done more for her than most people ever dreamed. She had been out of state the year of Bram’s surgeries and during her surrogacy, attending an Ivy league school on a full ride. Now she was a forensic accountant working for a company who saw through the goth clothes, dark make-up and tons of piercings and accepted her for the incredible asset she was. The fact the CEO of said company for the last year had been ruthlessly trying to take her to his bed was Nyx’s only complaint. He was a billionaire, gorgeous, smug, and arrogant with a brain to rival hers but according to Nyx, he wore white briefs. She had seen them in his overni

my director Damian praised, his words a welcome affirmation of my talent and skill. With a satisfied smile, I made my way to the changing room, the click-clack of my heels against the polished floors a soothing rhythm to my ears. As I slipped into my signature red gown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within me. My name is Aurora Williams, the offspring of the illustrious fashion designer Mariam Williams and the esteemed neurosurgeon Austin Williams. Born into a world of wealth and privilege, I had carved out a name for myself as the most sought-after model in the industry, my face gracing the covers of magazines and billboards around the world.

I asked him, already getting angry. But then he chuckled lightly and stood up from his seat. He walked up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Because this man, this billionaire who you so much want to be a surrogate for, is not who he seems. He’s a very dangerous person and there’s more to it than that. But I can’t say,” he said.

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

I begged. He held my hand, and thought for a while. “I think I know a way, but I doubt you'll like it.” I would take anything. If he wanted me to be his slave, I would. “Tell me,” I said quickly. “I’ll do anything.” “You said anything,” he repeated slowly, like he was warning me. My voice remained strong. “Yes. Anything.” He leaned back and rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a man. A billionaire. He wants a child, but not a wife. He’s looking for a surrogate. The payment is generous…more than enough to clear your debt and still leave you with enough to start over.”

While searching his eyes for an answer, he sounds emotionally depleted. “I honestly didn’t know about that. I thought you agreed to having intercourse with me and then to act as a surrogate. I didn’t even know at the time who you were. Even that night at the hotel, I had no idea. It only dawned on me the next morning when I really saw your face. Please, Emily, you have to believe me,” he says. “And what about your grandmother? Did you know her part in this?” I ask. He shakes his head, but it feels like what little trust we had is already broken.

Billionaire Surrogate wife Episode 37 Writer He kicked the air in frustration as he paced around the room lost in his thoughts and angry at the same time. He cursed under his breath, as he punched the desk in front of him, causing a few flies to fly around. “Fuck you, Dimitri,” Damien cursed loudly and fell on the sofa in his office sighing. “ I swear you would pay for this, he added furiously. He wanted to get back at Dimitri and maybe this time beat him at his own game and probably take him by surprise, so he dialed his aunt’s number and hoped she picks up.

He glanced at Amber before resting his gaze on Helena. "What would I do other than call you?" Helena snapped. "You are still with that surrogate, leaving your pregnant fiancée. Do you have any conscience? Instead of taking care of Amber, you are having fun with that filthy woman who can sell herself for money. I am disappointed with you." "That woman is the mother of my sons," Sean retorted vehemently. "She is just a surrogate," Antony said coldly. "A surrogate can’t claim the children she gave birth to. Don’t you remember the agreement you signed?" He chuckled, looking at him with disdain. "It appears that you have forgotten to keep your professional and personal lives separate."

Now she was on a secret phone call, whispering about a billionaire, surrogacy, and something that sounded dangerously close to captivity. Ava played the message again. “I’m being held in his estate. I’m pregnant. I signed a surrogacy contract but it’s a lie. Naomi’s here too. Alive, but barely. I need help.” Ava exhaled sharply, pulled up a browser, and typed: Dominic Voss. The search yielded what she expected: clean press, billion-dollar companies, smiling photos in Armani suits. But she knew how that worked. The glossier the image, the filthier the cover-up.