The Billionaire's Mistaken And Defiant Surrogate
Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room.
Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art.
The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature.
"You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly.
Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls.
Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards.
When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor.
She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life.
Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier?
Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire?
Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch.
And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow.
The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate.
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Chapter 1
The thick, chemical fog in Celestia's brain refused to clear. Her head throbbed with a dull, relentless rhythm.
She tried to swallow, but her throat felt like it was coated in dry sand. A heavy weight pressed down on her chest, making every breath a shallow, painful gasp.
The darkness behind her eyelids spun in sickening circles. She attempted to shift her weight. Her limbs felt like lead.
Slowly, agonizingly, she forced her heavy eyelids open.
A blinding, piercing light instantly stabbed at her retinas. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking from the corners. Above her, a massive crystal chandelier hung from a vaulted ceiling, its hundreds of bulbs burning with a harsh, clinical glare.
She tried to lift her hands to rub the stinging tears away. She couldn't.
A cold, unforgiving bite of thick silk rope cut into the delicate skin of her wrists.
Pure, unfiltered panic surged through her chest. Her heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped bird.
She pulled harder. Her arms were stretched wide apart, completely immobilized.
She turned her head frantically to the left. Her wrist was bound tightly to the polished, thick wooden leg of a grand piano. She snapped her head to the right. The other wrist was secured to the opposite leg.
She jerked her legs upward instinctively. The heavy wooden piano bench rattled, but her ankles remained firmly tied to its base.
The cold, smooth marble floor sent a violent shiver up her spine. The chill seeped into her bare skin, making her acutely aware of her exposure. She looked down. She was wearing nothing but a thin, white silk slip.
She gasped for air. Her lungs burned. The lingering effects of the powerful sedative made her throat feel like it was lined with broken glass.
Then, she heard it.
Heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the marble hallway outside the room's double doors. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
A spike of pure terror hit her stomach. Bile rose in the back of her throat.
The heavy brass door handle slowly began to turn. The metallic squeak sounded like a death knell.
The massive oak doors creaked open. A towering, broad-shouldered silhouette stood in the doorway, backlit by the bright hallway lights.
Sterling Sinclair IV stepped into the room. His expensive leather shoes clicked methodically on the marble floor with every deliberate step.
Celestia squinted against the glare. As he moved closer, she made out his sharp, angular jawline. His eyes caught the chandelier's light, flashing with a terrifying, red-tinted hue.
Sterling approached the piano. His gaze swept over her stretched, shivering body. It was the look of a collector appreciating a flawless piece of art that was about to be his, full of scrutiny and absolute possession.
"Who are you?" Celestia demanded. Her voice trembled violently, but she forced the words out. "Where am I?"
Sterling ignored her question completely. His face remained a mask of chilling calmness.
He reached up with slow, precise movements. He unbuttoned his tailored suit jacket.
He tossed the dark jacket onto a nearby velvet chair. He stepped deliberately closer to her bound form.
Celestia pulled furiously against the ropes. The friction burned the skin of her wrists, leaving angry red welts.
Sterling reached out. His large, calloused hand gripped her chin. His fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her to look directly up at him.
She lunged forward, snapping her teeth, trying to bite his hand.
He swiftly shifted his grip. His thumb and fingers pinched the hinges of her jaw, pinning her mouth open.
He leaned in. The rich, intoxicating scent of cedar and expensive scotch invaded her heightened senses. It made her stomach churn.
"You are exactly the premium product I paid for," Sterling whispered. His breath brushed her cheek.
The words confused and terrified her.
"Help!" Celestia screamed. "Somebody help me!"
The sound bounced uselessly against the thick, soundproofed walls of the villa.
Sterling clamped his large hand over her mouth. He easily silenced her desperate, high-pitched cries.
He used his free hand to trace the line of her exposed neck. He completely ignored her violent, involuntary shivering.
Celestia kicked her bound legs upward with all her remaining strength. Her bare foot struck his shin hard.
Sterling's red-tinted eyes darkened with immediate, dangerous anger.
He shifted his stance. He used his heavy body weight to pin her thrashing legs down against the cold marble.
He leaned down. He captured her lips in a bruising, punishing kiss. It was an act designed to establish absolute dominance.
Celestia bit down hard on his lower lip. Her teeth broke the skin.
She tasted the sharp, metallic tang of his blood in her mouth.
Sterling pulled back slowly. He raised his thumb and wiped the drop of blood from his lip.
A dangerous, dark smirk formed on his face. He leaned back down, completely overpowering her remaining resistance.
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7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
7.6
Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed.
On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift.
He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe.
"Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?"
He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands.
"Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors."
Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life?
Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.
9.7
Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail.
Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty.
Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.
7.4
Avery thought she'd found her happily ever after with Ethan, the charming billionaire who swept her off her feet in Willow Creek. But after one night of passion, he vanished, leaving her heartbroken and alone. She returned home to find her grandmother, her only family, had passed away.
Devastated, Avery discovered a shocking truth: she was the daughter of a millionaire who'd left her a vast fortune. Relocated to New York, she met Ethan again, but this time, he was determined to win her back. Unbeknownst to him, Avery had been hiding a life-changing secret: she's the mother of his twin babies.
As Avery navigates her complicated past and the wicked family members who despise her, Ethan's pursuit becomes relentless. He'll stop at nothing to reclaim the love they shared, but Avery's secrets threaten to tear them apart. Can she trust him with her heart and the truth about their children, or will it drive them further apart?
Ethan's words echoed in her mind: "I've been searching for you for six years, Avery. I won't let you go again." But Avery's secrets were only the beginning. Little did Ethan know, their love story was only just beginning...
8.0
I sat at a table for two in the center of Le Coucou, clutching a gift box that had cost me two months of savings. It was our three-year anniversary, and I was waiting for Gavin to finally ask the big question.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Gavin didn't walk toward me with a ring. He walked in with a polished blonde heiress tucked under his arm, her hand resting protectively over a small baby bump.
"This is Tiffany Stone. My fiancée," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He didn't apologize for being late or for the three years we'd spent together. Instead, he pulled out a checkbook, scribbled a number, and slid a ten-thousand-dollar check across the white tablecloth.
"Consider it severance for your time," he added, as Tiffany mocked my cheap drugstore dress. "Don't contact me again. Tiffany doesn't need the stress." I was the entertainment for the entire restaurant—the pathetic girl dumped for a better model. By the time I walked out into the rain, I had lost my boyfriend, my home, and the funding for my secret medical research project.
I was an orphan with no safety net, facing an eviction notice and a ruined career. I had given Gavin everything, and he had discarded me like a broken tool. The injustice burned in my chest, a hot, sharp rage that replaced my tears.
Desperate and freezing, I ducked into a coffee shop where I met Colton Bentley, a reclusive billionaire in a wheelchair. After I defended him from a cruel date, he offered me a contract: a marriage of convenience and a seven-figure payment to act as his shield. I signed the papers that night, ready to use his wealth to rebuild my life. But as I watched my new husband navigate his penthouse, I noticed his "paralyzed" legs tense with a strength that shouldn't exist.
7.6
I am the illegitimate, mute daughter of the wealthy Owen family, kept hidden in the attic like a shameful secret.
To save his failing company, my father decided to sell me off to a repulsive, predatory investor named Grossman.
At the family dinner, Grossman's sweaty hands roamed my bare legs while my half-sister Kaleigh intentionally spilled red wine on my dress, laughing as she watched me suffer.
When I grabbed a steak knife to defend myself, my father slammed his fist on the table.
"Sit down, or I will cut off the maintenance payments for your mother's grave."
My stepmother and sister sneered, treating me like a piece of meat meant to be sacrificed for their luxury. I was starved, locked away, and treated worse than a stray dog, all while my family paraded their high-society status to the world.
I couldn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or who really ordered the hit that killed my mother twenty years ago. The police reports were buried, and I was entirely powerless, trapped in a house of monsters.
But they didn't know that the night before, I had accidentally stumbled into the secret life of Burleigh Livingston—the ruthless, supposedly paralyzed billionaire who was faking his madness.
When Burleigh suddenly crashed our family dinner and threw a limitless Black Card on the table to outbid Grossman and buy me for the night, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, accepted his twisted deal, and prepared to use the devil himself to tear my family apart.