The Surrogate-in-law: The Billionaire Ceo's Deception นิยาย & เรื่องราว

it was a win-win situation. I was lost in her eyes. “Yes…”I stammered “I’d like to talk to you “ “Could I have a moment please” “Yes” I motioned to the chairs in the corner. I led the way to a corner and she followed me. “I am Leonardo. I know you have heard about me” “Let's cut to the chase” “I want you to be my surrogate “ “I need an heir to my company and I need it in 9 months” “I’ll pay one million for implantation and confirmation and one million when it's finalized “

Until a voice froze me. "Move an inch, and I’ll shoot your damn brain out." Grandpa. Standing in the yard with a rifle. His eyes were shadows, black and furious. "Do it," I growled, dropping to the ground before him. My knees buckled. My chest tightened with something I couldn’t quite name. "I won’t stoop so low as to cheat on my wife while she’s lying in a hospital bed… carrying my child!" "Hah!" Grandpa scoffed. "The woman in your room is your real fiancée. The woman in the hospital is just the surrogate!"

"I think I'm about to become a surrogate for a billionaire." Rosa's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" "Dead serious and completely terrified." "What's he like?" Elena realized she didn't even know the client's name. "I haven't met him yet. But Rosa..." She pulled out the contract. "Look at this number." Rosa whistled softly. "Holy shit, Elena. This is life-changing money." "It's Papa's life," Elena corrected. "That's all that matters." But as she lay in bed that night, Elena wondered what kind of man paid half a million dollars for a surrogate, and what he would expect from her in return.

The words finally dropped. Gasps filled the air. Her words struck her uncle back into the couch with his trembling fists by his side. Selena’s face twisted green with shock coated with envy. “No way! It's impossible! You are a— low-class girl—you can’t marry a billionaire...” “Cousin…"Tatiana shot out the words, composed, like the title she now bears."I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I am now Mrs. Tatiana Alexander Michelle. Daughter-in-law of Jacob Michelle. I'm now the owner of the biggest company in the city. And if you don’t want to believe me, fine, wait for tomorrow’s papers. Maybe then you will finally get some sense!”

The words floated through my head, but my brain flat-out refused to process them together in the same sentence. Maybe it was the hangover from sin. Or maybe I'd just fried every neuron I had trying to make sense of how, in less than twenty-four hours, I'd gone from "I need a date for my ex's wedding" to "mysterious fiancée of the country's most desirable CEO." "What?" "He's Christian Kensington, Zoey. The freaking CEO of Kensington Wineries!" My heart skipped a beat. "No." "Yes." "No way!" "Yes way!" "But… but…" I shook my head, completely dazed. "If he's a billionaire… why was he pretending to be a gigolo?!"

He had not wanted to put Clara on the spot like this, to force her into the center of this firestorm. He sighed, a deep, resigned breath. He looked at Yvonne, who was watching him with a desperate, hopeful look in her tear-filled eyes. He then looked at his family, at his grandmother, at his father. He knew he couldn’t lie to them anymore. He couldn’t live this lie. He looked at Yvonne, then at Nana, his voice calm, but with an iron will. “Yvonne is right,” he said, the words hanging in the air. “I have fallen deeply and madly in love with the surrogate.”

The press intrudes and my grandfather makes it even worse by trying to force me into getting married. My life has been on the rocks since his demand for a grandchild which resulted in getting a surrogate for it. Last three months I'd visited the hospital and submitted a sample for the insemination which I'd been waiting for in the last few months to get a response. “What happened to the client?” I asked him, my face turned cold as I'd not tolerate any mistakes. I stared at Jason who was already shivering before he could utter a word. I'd clearly instructed everything to go well and when the surrogate gets pregnant, she should move into the mansion, pretending to be my fiance to ease my grand

Marah quickly realized she had made them suspicious, so she plastered on a polite smile and said, “Oh, I’m Adela’s coworker. Our company sent me to learn more about her background.” It was a lie, of course, but it worked. The women’s expressions softened, and their gossiping tone returned. “She’s got a job now? Well, that’s something!” “Yeah, considering she had to be a surrogate to pay off her family’s debts…” “I heard she sold herself!” “For real?” The conversation quickly turned into a chaotic mess of overlapping voices, each woman eager to prove she knew the most. Marah stood there, stunned. A surrogate? She sold herself?!

he said seriously this time. “That’s a brilliant idea. Good thing you’re really my friend. And because of that, you should start drafting the contract now,” I said with a grin. After all, he was the one who came up with the whole plan, and he was also my lawyer. Even if he acted like a fool whenever we were together, I knew I could trust him with matters like this. For now, there was only one thing left for me to worry about—where I would find a woman willing to agree to my plan. Where I would find a woman willing to become the surrogate mother of my child.

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.