The CEO'S Surrogate Stripper

Valentina Avery, the infamous Stripper Of Darknight Bar had nothing to lose in her life. Except for her part-time job and daytime studies, the world no longer mattered to her after losing her family and dignity in one night. Mystery falls into her life when she meets the mysterious, famous Ceo, Lorenzo King. Between the lines and barriers of their mysterious contract, Lorenzo became an unrestrained part of her life but a love of strippers and famous Ceo were never welcomed by society.

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Chapter 7

|| Valentina's POV ||

" 20 dollars only!", the leading woman of our group threw a glare at me, full of mockery. I just rolled my eyes at her. I wasn't in the mood today which was the result of this low earnings. I couldn't entertain those men properly but how could I do that when a lot of things were messing around my mind?

Mr.King's damned proposal...

My friend's suggestions...

How was I going to stay alive on this unsure job? Could stripping give me fortune?

" No! It can't! Go find him!", my subconscious mind shouted back inside my head. I growled out frustratingly and glanced at the clock. It was 5 past in the afternoon. He gave me 24 hours to think about. I had only a few hours left to think.

A perfect life...

A roof under my head..

I could get anything from him. I didn't have to fear losing my apartment. All this speculations tempted me from the core of my heart. But someone's enraging voice barged into the room all of a sudden,

" VALENTINA! What's wrong with you today? Pay attention to your mood next time. Just 20 dollars, are you serious? You won't get any share today from us. It's too little to serve you a share."

It was our boss, the bar owner and local mob who kept yelling at me for earning little. I was shocked to hear him cursing. I had been bringing money to his bar immensely for the past one year yet he was furious over me just for a single day. I didn't hold back anymore. Turning around, I shouted back at him,

" BOSS! It's just a day. I bring the most money, don't I? Is this how you treat your staff? Not giving me any share!"

His eyes flared up in rage. Slamming his hand over his thigh, he spat with a growl,

" Rubbish! I am the boss and I can decide anything. Who are you to lecture me?"

I felt the hardest betrayal in my life. Even after doing so much for them, they acted like I meant nothing. I scoffed back, speaking out of my mind,

" Someday I will buy your entire bar and see who the boss is."

He laughed...

He just laughed at my face and crossed his arms, taunting me back,

" Oh really? Look everyone! A stripper is challenging me to take over my property. Then, how are you going to earn so much money? Marrying a rich old fart? Oh come on! Stripper girls like you only match in bed."

I clenched my fist hard to not punch at his face. In the end, I just blurted before storming outside,

" Fuck You!"

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" Mr.King is waiting inside. You should go this way, Miss Avery!", his assistant spoke in a warm voice, leading me the way into his elevator.

His building was huge. I bet, at least 500 workers worked here. It felt good to probably become a CEO, so much power and everything could be done so easily. As the elevator started to bring me upstairs, I remembered an article that claimed how Lorenzo King was going to become the next leading man of Humbsblock City.

I had to come here first. I was done with this mistreating behavior. I could tolerate everything absolutely except disrespect which my boss did to me today. So, I swore that I was never going to step in that bar unless I owned it. Now for my better future, only Lorenzo King was the option here today.

The elevator opened with a ding. I walked out to see his office in front. I took a deep breath. Obviously, I was scared to meet the powerful CEO of this town.

His response reverberated just after one knock as if he was expecting me already,

" Come In!"

I entered timidly, my eyes followed him on the desk, typing on his laptop skillfully. Oh God! How sexy! Indeed, people used to say the right thing. A man at work looks the best.

" Hello..Mr.King..", I greeted him nervously, his eyes never leaving the screen. After a short while, he finally stopped typing and asked me politely,

" Miss Avery! Take the seat! I expected you to come in."

I smiled back weakly at his remark. Oh God! Why was he making me nervous without any reason? I danced in front of countless men yet they never affected me like him. I guess, it was his born aura which gave you the urge to bow down.

A real king of state!

I spoke, nibbling on my lower lips,

" Mr.King..I ..I have thought through it. I...I would like to take the job.."

His cold eyes fixed on me, so emotionless and hard to see through. He began to speak, leaning against his chair,

" I know the moment you walked into my building, Miss Avery. Anyways, let's get back to the main topic. You have to play different roles rather than just being the surrogate mother of my child."

" Means?", I furrowed tightly. In no way, I was going to let him take advantage of me.

He chuckled softly,

" Relax! I am not going to ask you to serve my bed. It's just that you have to pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my family until the baby is born safely. In other words, you will have to be my girlfriend in front of the outside world but at home, we are just business partners."

I nodded with understanding. He was trying to do it in a modest way. I had no issues with that. I would rather call it a fortune to be his fake girlfriend.

I replied back, looking into his eyes which were waiting for my answer,

" I have no problem with that. Anything else, Mr.King?"

He flashed me a grin, getting up from his chair,

" Awesome! Then, it's settled, Miss Avery. We will do the medical tests first tomorrow. Then we will talk about the contract and other rules."

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The velvet curtains backstage at the Vanderbilt Theater smelled like money—old money, the kind that clung to Manhattan's bones and refused to let go. I ran my fingers along the edge of my leather planner, checking off the final items on tonight's checklist. Every detail had to be perfect. This IPO celebration wasn't just another corporate event; it was the culmination of three years of eighty-hour weeks, strategic pivots I'd architected in the dead of night, and financial models I'd built from scratch while Jude slept soundly beside me, blissfully unaware of the empire I was constructing beneath his name. The partnership announcement with Burke Holdings alone represented eighteen months of delicate negotiations. I'd personally courted their executive team, demonstrating projections that made their CFO actually whistle through his teeth. The signed term sheet sat in a burgundy portfolio on the production table, my neat signature beside the embossed Burke Holdings seal. Two thousand investors were streaming in, their collective net worth probably exceeding several small nations' GDPs. I glanced at my watch—a vintage Cartier my mother had given me when I made VP at twenty-eight, back when I still worked under my own name. Fifteen minutes until showtime.

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9.2

Betrayal Shatters Engagement

9.2

The honeymoon brochures lay scattered across Theodore's mahogany desk like broken promises. Santorini sunsets, Parisian cafés, romantic gondola rides through Venice—all the dreams we'd planned for our wedding trip in four weeks. I picked up the Tuscany villa booking confirmation, my fingers trembling as I tried to organize the documents Theodore had asked me to sort through. That's when I saw it. Tucked beneath the travel insurance papers, a cream-colored document with the official seal of New York State. Marriage Certificate. My heart stopped as I read the names printed in elegant script: Theodore Alexander King and Paloma Isabella Hawkins. Date of marriage: fourteen days ago. The paper slipped from my numb fingers, floating to the Persian rug like a death sentence. Fourteen days ago, I had been planning our rehearsal dinner menu.

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9.0

Burning His Empire For My Sister

9.0

My sister died because my husband' s mistress needed the helicopter for her dog. I called him, begging him to send his medevac chopper. He promised it would be there in thirty minutes. It never came. As my sister' s heart monitor flatlined, I saw the reason on Instagram. His mistress, Brooklyn, was posing with the helicopter, thanking my husband, Jax, for saving her Pomeranian who ate some chocolate. When I confronted him, he chose her. He pushed me, and after the car crash that followed, he rescued her from the wreckage while leaving me bleeding in the back. At the hospital, he played the hero for the news, but the final blow came from my lawyer. Our five-year marriage was a fraud; the license was fake. So I disappeared. Now, two years later, I' m back. He built an empire on my back, and I' m here to burn it all to the ground.

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8.2

His Perfect Prescription, My Royal Betrayal

8.2

For three years, I was his "little bird," an amnesiac he rescued and cherished. He was Dawson Nash, a handsome tech billionaire, my savior, my anchor, my entire world. Then I overheard him talking to his therapist. "10,000 encounters, Dawson. You chose well. She's clean, naive, and pliable. A perfect prescription." I was just a tool, a "cure" to keep him pure for his true obsession: Arleen, his mother's best friend. Every gentle touch, every patient lesson, every whispered "I love you"-all a calculated lie. He called me disposable, a placeholder until he could have his goddess. He humiliated me, abandoned me in a storm, and left me for dead after a car accident. When I saved Arleen from drowning, he accused me of trying to kill her and had me locked in a chapel to "reflect." But as the super blue blood moon rose, I saw my chance. Not for revenge, but for escape. I threw myself into the ancient well on his family's estate, not to die, but to go home. Because I wasn't just a naive girl with amnesia. I was a princess from a lost kingdom, and the well was my gateway back.

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8.7

Married by mistake to the billionaire

8.7

He was the billionaire betrayed on his wedding day. Two broken vows. One ruthless deal. When Adrian Voss offers Talia Monroe a six-month marriage contract, it's supposed to fix their reputations not destroy their hearts. He's cold, calculated, and terrifyingly in control. She's impulsive, fiery, and impossible to tame. He says, "You'll marry me. You'll play the role. You'll obey." She shoots back, "You don't scare me." He leans closer, eyes like ice. "Good. Fear is useless. But obedience... that might save you." She signed for revenge. He planned for convenience. Neither expected obsession. In a marriage built on power, the real danger is falling in love.

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8.0

My Husband’s Mistress Destroyed My Life, So I Took Hers

8.0

The crystal chandelier above our penthouse living room cast fractured light across Trevor's face as he collapsed at my feet. His Armani suit—the charcoal one I'd always loved on him, back when love meant something other than a weapon—wrinkled as he pressed his forehead against my lap. The cashmere of my dress grew damp with his tears. "Please, Iris. Please." His voice cracked like expensive porcelain hitting marble. "I can't do this anymore. Five years. Five goddamn years of you looking through me like I'm a ghost." I kept my hands folded in my lap, fingers laced with the same precision I'd once used for port de bras. My wedding ring caught the light—fourteen carats of irony. "I know I don't deserve it," he continued, his shoulders shaking.

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