BABY FOR MR. BILLIONAIRE
Belle Triston, a pediatrician with a brilliant career faked her relationship with a billionaire. She didn't like Gabrielle Rolland's arrogance at all, but she had to become a surrogate mother to give birth to Gabrielle's offspring in order to fulfill her mother's last wishes before she died.
Their relationship was complicated because Gabrielle was married to a famous actress, Fleura Delacour. Belle and Gabrielle made an agreement that their relationship would only be professional. But unexpected things happened. Fleura's affair with her co-star left a deep wound in Gabrielle's heart. When his heart was wounded and bleeding, Belle was there to heal his wounds. Their relationship was no longer as simple as they thought when hearts started playing in it. When Gabrielle realized that he loved Belle and wanted to be with her, Fleura came and begged him for a second chance. Gabrielle had to choose, while his heart couldn't choose. Belle knew Fleura's biggest secret and she wouldn't just keep quiet. She would fight for her baby and her love for Gabrielle.
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Chapter 6
Belle hesitated to step inside, and she planned to return to her car, which was parked not far from where she was standing. But before her legs could move backwards, her annoying friend grabbed her arm and forced her into the noisy club.
"What are you doing? You wanted to run away once we got here, huh?"
"Miranda please, I think I've changed my mind."
"You are weird. You yourself asked me to come to Fleura's birthday party, but now you want to back out. You have to come in, Belle. Fleura must have been expecting you to come."
"I feel this is not my place. She will be surrounded by her actress friends."
"Exactly. This is a great opportunity for you to find a handsome man who is rich. If I didn't have Mark, I would date an actor."
Belle snorted in disgust looking at Miranda. She didn't expect her best friend to be so greedy.
"You're terrible, Miranda."
"Oh look, that's Simmon Hurtling. He won an Oscar for his film The Great Lover."
"Really? I don't care," Belle replied indifferently.
"I'm sure you've never seen any of his films."
"Oh my God, it's so crowded here. I want to go home. This is too much for my introverted soul."
Belle was a bit dizzy seeing the sea of people on the dance floor. The club was full tonight. And the stomping music around her exacerbated her emotional state, which was not okay.
"Fleura invited all the actors and singers to her birthday party. Look, there are top singers Shania Lewis, Taylor Swift, Adelle. Geez, I'd love to ask for their autograph," Miranda screamed excitedly over the sound of loud music that almost drowned out her voice.
"I want to hurry home. After we meet with Fleura, we will go home."
"Tsk, what's the rush? At least, have two shots of booze and hit the dance floor before you go home."
Belle ignored Miranda's whining and walked straight towards the stage. She saw Fleura standing on the stage in a long red off-shoulder dress that hugged her sexy body. Her long hair was tied in a vintage ponytail with a silver floral headband to complete her costume. Her appearance that night was hotter than the sweet image she showed at the hospital. Belle warned herself not to be surprised by Fleura's lifestyle because she was an actress.
"Happy birthday, Fleura."
"Belle! You come."
Fleura walked over to Belle and hugged her tightly like Belle was an old friend.
"Thank you for coming. I thought you wouldn't come because you were busy."
"I promised you. I brought a present, by the way."
Even though she didn't really like the party, Belle was still sane enough to bring a gift to Fleura's birthday party. But she wasn't sure Fleura would like her gift of cheap perfume.
"You don't need to bother. But I really appreciate it. Thank you very much."
Belle's gifts were stacked with other gifts on a large wooden table. Belle winced at how small her gift was compared to the other bigger gifts. The gifts were also wrapped in luxurious wrapping paper and ribbons that looked as if they were made from a single piece of silk.
"You're welcome, I hope you like it. By the way, I came with Doctor Miranda."
Miranda enthusiastically moved forward and gave Fleura a warm hug. She secretly coded Belle to take a picture of her when she was still hugging Fleura.
"Ah Miranda, can you let me go?"
"Oh wait a second," Miranda glared at Belle.
Belle just took a random photo of them, then shoved the cellphone into Miranda's hand.
"Please enjoy the party. You can order whatever you like. For tonight everything is free."
"Whoa that's great. We'll go to the bar counter to order drinks," Miranda clapped her hands excitedly and looked very happy.
Meanwhile, Belle just smiled a little in response to the generosity of the party owner. She wasn't really impressed. But she tried to appreciate Fleura.
"My darlin' Fleura."
Belle thought the man who had just come up and kissed Fleura on the cheek was Gabrielle, but it wasn't. The man had a handsome face with an alluring smile. He was definitely not as cynical as Gabrielle and gave her a gentle smile when he stood beside Fleura.
"Millo, thanks for coming."
"Did I interrupt you with your new friend?"
"Oh, they are wonderful doctors from the central hospital. This afternoon, I celebrated a birthday party with children with cancer there. They are the doctors who help cure those poor children."
"Yes, I read the news on the internet. Everyone is praising your kindness."
Fleura didn't really respond to the compliment. She introduced Belle and Miranda to Millo.
"Ladies, he is Millo Stuart, one of the actors I worked with on a film."
"Hi, I'm Miranda, and this is my friend, Belle."
Miranda was most enthusiastic about shaking Millo's hand. She grabbed it quickly and held Millo's hand for so long that Millo had to clear his throat to make Miranda let go of her grip.
"Hi Belle, nice to meet you."
"Hai."
Belle shook Millo's hand briefly, then quickly withdrew her palm.
"Guys, enjoy the party. I have to find my husband. He's a bit sulky tonight."
"Wow, hope you find your husband soon. Be careful Fleu, your husband is a hot guy. Lots of women want him."
"Tsk, don't scare me like that."
Fleura pretended to be angry and hit Millo on the arm. But then they both laughed loudly together.
Belle confirmed Millo's words in her heart. Fleura should have paid more attention to her husband and focused less on herself.
"Okay, I will go now. Enjoy the party you all. Bye."
Only the three of them remained after Fleura left. Belle repeatedly gave Miranda a code to immediately leave the stage because she was starting to feel uncomfortable with the gazes of the people around her. Miranda pretended to be deaf and was busy admiring Millo's handsome face.
"Would you like to go to the bar and order some drinks?"
"Yeah. It just so happened that Belle wanted to order a martini. She doesn't like being stuck in a noisy place."
"Is that true, Belle?" Millo's gaze softened and was spiced up with a sweet smile when he looked at Belle.
"I want to go to a quieter place," she replied flatly.
"Great. We can chat around the quieter bar table. Besides, I'm interested in your profession and I want to get to know you better."
Millo's gaze fell on Belle. He had been paying attention to that beautiful woman in a gold dress who was very quiet. Compared to her overly talkative friend, the golden-dressed woman was far more attractive.
He then moved aside, gesturing to Belle and Miranda to walk to the bar first.
"After you, ladies."
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8.9
Five years ago, Arabella Sterling vanished without a trace, disgraced, heartbroken, and branded her billionaire benefactor's dirty secret.
What the world never knew was that she'd also been his wife.
Or that the man she loved-and the son she gave everything for-chose another woman over her.
Now, she's back as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist celebrated for resurrecting dying empires.
Her newest client? The Sterling Group.
Her ex-husband's empire.
Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to atone for the lies that destroyed them both.
But when Arabella walks into his boardroom, colder, sharper, untouchable...he realizes redemption may come at a cost he can't pay.
Because this time, she's not here to save him.
She's here to ruin him.
9.3
To escape my abusive adoptive mother selling me to a loan shark for $50,000, I rushed to City Hall to marry a blind date.
In a blind panic, I grabbed the wrong man.
He was Julian Cardenas IV, a billionaire CEO who desperately needed a fake wife to dodge a corporate arranged marriage. We signed the papers on the spot.
He became my legal shield. He moved me into his pristine penthouse and secretly protected me from my family's violent threats. When I broke down crying in the freezing cold, he quietly left me hot cocoa. For the first time in my life, I felt safe.
But then, Julian overheard me complaining to my sister about my constantly breaking-down car, groaning that I had to "get rid of this baby four times."
He thought I meant abortions.
The man who was slowly melting my frozen heart instantly turned to ice. He threw away the dinner he had specially bought for me, his eyes filled with absolute disgust and blinding rage.
I was left entirely confused and terrified. Why did my savior suddenly look at me like I was the most repulsive thing in the world? What had I done to deserve this sudden cruelty?
I thought this fake marriage was my ticket out of hell. I didn't realize I had just locked myself in a cage with a furious, ruthless CEO who now wanted to destroy me.
9.1
Isabella thought she had the perfect life as the wealthy Conrad family heiress, complete with a loving childhood sweetheart.
Until she woke up drugged in a hotel bed, blinded by paparazzi flashes, as her fiancé pointed a shaking finger at her, screaming that she had drugged and seduced him.
"She threatened to ruin Kaylie if I didn't sleep with her!" he yelled to the cameras.
Kaylie, the newly discovered biological daughter, stood in the doorway weeping perfectly.
Within hours, Isabella's adoptive father publicly severed all ties, froze her assets, and kicked her out into a violent thunderstorm.
Fleeing the city, her car's brakes suddenly failed.
As Isabella lay dying in the crushed metal of her Porsche, Kaylie strolled up with a pristine umbrella and a genuine smile.
"The mechanic was quite expensive, but cutting the brake lines was worth every penny," Kaylie laughed.
Isabella coughed up blood, her heart turning to ice. Her twenty years of family, love, and loyalty had been nothing but a cruel joke, destroyed by a calculated frame-up.
She died suffocating on absolute betrayal and unadulterated hatred.
Then, she gasped for air.
She wasn't dead. She was sitting in the driver's seat of her car, staring at her flawless reflection in the rearview mirror.
It was exactly four years ago—the day the real heiress first arrived.
A chilling smirk curled the corner of Isabella's mouth. This time, she was going to rip their lives apart from the inside out.
8.0
She has thirty days. Ten billion dollars. And a quantum space that can swallow anything.
Kinsey Elliott died cold, starving, and betrayed—pushed into a frozen abyss by the uncle who stole her fortune.
Then she woke up.
Back in her penthouse. Back in her perfect body. Back with a silver mark on her wrist that lets her store entire warehouses of supplies in a dimension where time stands still.
The world has thirty days until a global ice age freezes everything.
Her family has thirty days to try to lock her away, steal her money, and have her killed.
And Kinsey? She has thirty days to turn ten billion dollars into an invisible fortress—and burn every last one of them to the ground.
She's not surviving the apocalypse.
She's building it.
7.2
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years.
But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap.
They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal.
When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face.
The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé.
Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement.
"You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!"
Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic.
They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again.
She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night.
Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger.
"Are you single? Marry me right now."
She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.
9.2
By a twist of fate, they got married.
Before marriage, she thought he was just an Ordinary man, only to realize after marriage that he is a decisive, cold-blooded Vampire gaming genius with billions of assets with hidden secrets.