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 2
Celestia slowly opened her eyes.
The soft, high-thread-count silk sheets rubbed against her bruised and aching skin. The contrast from the hard marble floor was jarring.
She gasped and sat up too quickly. A sharp, tearing pain shot through her lower body. She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lower lip until it bled again.
She looked down at her wrists. The silk ropes were gone, leaving behind dark, purple rings of bruised flesh. She was no longer wearing the thin slip. Someone had dressed her in a fresh, white cotton nightgown.
She scanned the massive bedroom. Sunlight poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows.
Her eyes locked onto an older woman standing silently by the heavy oak door.
The woman stepped forward. Her posture was rigidly straight.
"I am Martha Webb, the head maid," she introduced herself formally. Her voice lacked any human warmth.
Celestia pulled the heavy duvet up to her chin, her hands shaking.
"Where are my clothes?" Celestia demanded. Her voice was hoarse.
Martha looked down her nose at the trembling girl. "Your personal belongings, including your identification and cellular device, have been securely confiscated and locked away in the estate's vault per the standard contamination and security protocols," she stated flatly. "You will only wear the approved garments provided to you."
She then lifted a silver tray from a side table and offered Celestia a glass of warm water.
Celestia swung her arm out and slapped the tray away.
The glass flew across the room. It shattered loudly onto the thick Persian rug, water soaking into the expensive fibers.
Martha did not flinch. She simply raised a hand to her collar and pressed a small button.
"I need my cell phone," Celestia said, her breathing erratic. "I need to call the New York police immediately."
Martha looked at her. A mix of cold pity and deep annoyance flashed in her eyes.
"There are no phones allowed for candidates," Martha stated flatly.
Celestia threw the heavy duvet off her legs. She ignored the shooting pain in her core and sprinted barefoot toward the bedroom door.
She grabbed the brass handle. She twisted it frantically, pulling with all her weight.
The door was locked solid from the outside.
She banged her fists against the thick wood.
"Help! Let me out!" she screamed. She pounded until her knuckles bruised and her voice cracked into a pathetic wheeze.
Martha calmly walked over to a mahogany desk. She picked up a thick, leather-bound folder embossed with a gold crest.
"These are the terms of your surrogacy contract," Martha explained, holding the folder out. "You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair."
Celestia stopped banging on the door. She turned around, staring at Martha in sheer disbelief.
"You have the wrong person!" Celestia screamed, her chest heaving. "I never signed anything!"
Martha opened the folder. She pointed a manicured finger to a signature line at the bottom of a page filled with dense legal jargon.
Celestia stumbled forward. She looked closely at the dotted line.
Her own signature was perfectly forged in black ink.
A blinding fury took over her senses. Celestia snatched the heavy document from Martha's hands.
She ripped the thick paper into tiny pieces. She threw the shredded contract directly into Martha's face.
Martha remained entirely stoic. She calmly brushed the paper fragments from her pristine uniform.
She pressed the button on her collar again.
The electronic lock on the bedroom door clicked open. Two massive, armed security guards stepped into the room. Their hands rested near the holsters on their belts.
Celestia backed away slowly. Her heart hammered against her ribs. The guards easily blocked the only exit.
"The rules on this island are simple," Martha coldly explained. "Absolute obedience to Mr. Sinclair, or there will be severe consequences."
Celestia looked at the armed men. She looked at the forged signature on the floor.
The terrifying scale of the operation she was trapped in finally became clear. This wasn't a random kidnapping. This was a highly funded, meticulously planned prison.
A wave of intense nausea hit her stomach. The reality of her captivity sank into her bones.
Celestia's knees buckled. She collapsed backward, landing heavily on the edge of the large mattress.
Martha turned to the open door. She ordered the maids waiting outside to bring in the fertility-boosting breakfast tray.
A maid scurried in, placing a tray of steaming food on the table.
Celestia turned her face away. She adamantly refused to look at the food. Her stomach churned with disgust.
"Starving yourself will only anger Mr. Sinclair," Martha warned.
Martha turned on her heel and left the room. The guards followed. The heavy door slammed shut, and the lock clicked loudly into place.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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7.6
I am the illegitimate, mute daughter of the wealthy Owen family, kept hidden in the attic like a shameful secret.
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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.
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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.