The Surrogate Contract With The Ruthless Billionaire
In a great need to save her mother, who was dying, Ava agrees to become a surrogate for a billionaire couple. The plan seemed so simple to Ava: carry the child, get paid, and walk away.
When she thought the deal was over, she received shocking news about Vivian, the children's mother. She has died in a tragic accident.
Caught in a whirlwind of loss and responsibility, Ava finds herself stuck in the home of the ruthless billionaire Nicholas Williams. He blames her for everything and clarifies to Ava that she's staying to care for the kids.
What happens when love comes knocking on the heart of this ruthless billionaire? Whose plan was to make life miserable for her?
What if Vivian's death wasn't an accident?
What if Ava was never meant to leave?
And what happens when the truth finally comes out? Will love prevail?
This is a story of heartbreak, secrets, and unexpected love that tries to bloom in the darkest places.
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Chapter 1
I used to think guilt was something you could carry in your hands, a weight you could walk away from, but I was wrong. It lives in your chest, eats through your ribs, poisons every breath you take.
I should've been with my mother.
Instead, I was here, in a stranger's mansion, surrounded by luxury I had no right to touch, waiting for the moment I'd hand over the three lives growing inside me like a packaged deal.
I sat on the bed, one hand resting on my belly, the other gripping my phone tightly.
It has been months since I last saw my mother. It's been about nine months now, and I don't even know how she was doing, months of not being there during the time she needed me the most.
I had to do what I had to do.
The only way to survive was to get money, her everyday chemotherapy, and her medication with no one to help.
It has been the two of us since that bastard left with her mistress.
I didn't think twice when I jumped on this offer. It was just for nine months; all I needed to do was carry a living human in my stomach, and my mother's health would be restored.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I should be there. I should've never let you go through this alone."
I glanced down at my swollen belly, stretched tight under my dress.
"Just a few more days," I murmured.
"Then this'll all be over. You'll be with your real parents, and I can finally go home."
The money was enough to cover Mama's treatments for a year, maybe longer. I told myself that made it worth it. That renting out my body to the William's was the only way to fund her treatment, but I was so tired.
I stood up, wincing at the dull ache in my back, and the pressure was worse today. I'd read about how everything got heavier right before labor started.
Still, I might have another week until I have to get this over with.
I took a slow breath, crossing the polished wooden floor toward the window when it happened.
A sudden gush of warmth exploded between my legs.
I gasped, freezing in place as wetness streamed down my thighs, soaking the floor beneath me.
My heartbeat fastened, and my hands trembled in trepidation at how sudden this was.
"No. No, no, please."
Pain struck across my lower back. My knees buckled, and I grabbed the desk to keep from falling.
"Angela!" I screamed, panic tightening my throat. "Angela, help!"
Nothing.
The silence of the estate suddenly felt like a coffin that was too tight even to take a breath.
Another contraction slammed into me, sharper this time. My breath came in rough gasps as I lowered myself into the nearest chair, tears springing to my eyes.
"Angela!" I shrieked. "Please! My water broke, and I need help!"
Footsteps thundered down the hall.
Angela burst in, her eyes wide. "Oh Dios mío! Miss Ava!"
"It hurts," I choked. "I think...I think they're coming."
She barked something in Spanish to the maid behind her and rushed to my side.
"Hold on. We're getting the car, so try to breathe, okay? Just breathe."
But breathing didn't help.
The ride to the hospital was a blur of pain and panic; every bump on the road felt like a knife slicing through me. I gripped the seat so tightly my arms hurt, sweat pouring down my temples as I tried to remember the breathing techniques I'd watched in YouTube videos.
But there was no rhythm or calm.
Just agony.
By the time we arrived, I was barely conscious, my world reduced to flashes of torment and the sound of my ragged sobs.
They wheeled me into a delivery room, voices surrounding me with urgent, overlapping echoes through the fog in my brain.
"She's nine centimeters, let's go!" I heard someone say.
"I need more towels. And get an OB in here now." Another added.
A mask went over my face as someone took off my soaked clothes. A voice whispered that I was doing great, but I knew they were lying; I wasn't doing great, I was dying.
Then the first contraction hit.
Not the false ones I'd felt for weeks, this was different.
It started like a cramp, but then it built and built, gripping my insides and twisting them until I thought I'd scream myself hoarse. My belly hardened, and my hips felt like they were splitting.
I cried out, gasping, thrashing as another contraction ripped through me. My legs trembled uncontrollably, and I reached for someone, anyone, to anchor myself to something solid.
A nurse gripped my hand tightly. "Breathe, Ava. In and out, in and out." She repeated.
"I can't," I sobbed. "It hurts...oh God, it hurts so much!"
"You're doing beautifully, they're almost here."
The pressure in my pelvis was unbearable, like something was trying to push its way out of my body with brute force.
Then came the urge to push.
It was primal, and I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to, and I knew that there was no way I would be getting out of this other than going through the pain for the reward.
"Okay, Ava, push with the next contraction. As hard as you can."
The doctor's voice was firm, encouraging. But all I could think about was the fire ripping me from the inside.
I pushed.
Screamed.
Pushed again.
The pain was beyond comprehension. Like something sacred inside me was breaking.
My throat was raw from screaming, and my fingernails dug into the nurse's palm. I felt every tear, stretch of muscle, and shred of resistance as my body surrendered to what it was made to do.
But no one tells you what that feels like.
The burning between my legs was unlike anything I'd ever imagined, not just pain but violation like I was being torn open by something too big for my body to contain.
"There's the head! One more big push!"
I gathered what little strength I had left, screamed until the air left my lungs, and bore down with everything inside me.
A release.
A strange, wet slither and then, crying-the first triplet.
But I wasn't done.
I collapsed back against the pillow, chest heaving, legs shaking uncontrollably, and before I could even catch my breath, the second contraction came.
"No...No, I can't."
"Yes, you can," the doctor said firmly. "The second baby is coming. You're almost there."
I pushed again, sobbing from exhaustion.
And pushed.
My body didn't feel like mine anymore; it was just a vessel, soaked in sweat and blood, emptying everything it had left.
Then the second baby slipped free.
Another cry, but it was softer.
At that point, when I realized that there was still one more baby, I almost gave up, but I couldn't because this was the final hurdle I needed to overcome to support my mom in the way she deserved, so letting her down was not an option.
Which is why I gathered courage and proceeded to push as much as my body would let me until there was another cry, which the nurses confirmed with the looks in their eyes.
I had finally delivered these babies that had been a part of me for almost a year, and that sparked a sudden sense of panic in me since they weren't mine to keep, but I managed to push the thought away; this wasn't the time for this.
I already had a goal I had just accomplished, so my most important priority was to focus on my life and what steps to take now.
The room erupted in movement, nurses whisking the babies away, voices confirming vitals, someone checking my pulse. Someone else was stitching me up.
But I couldn't speak or move if I liked.
The pain was fading now, leaving behind a dull, aching void. My legs trembled violently as my ears rang.
But they were alive.
Three perfect, screaming reminders of the choice I'd made.
I turned my head, trying to catch a glimpse of them, but they were already behind a curtain. The nurse beside me patted my arm and told me to rest.
"You did beautifully," she said again.
I managed a weak smile before closing my eyes to process my emotions.
The worst, I thought, was over.
It wasn't.
I had barely closed my eyes when the door slammed open again.
Startled, I looked up.
Nicholas Williams stood in the doorway like a shadow cut from steel.
His suit was immaculate, but his face was tense, eyes wild. His mouth was tight with something that wasn't relief or joy.
It was rage.
"You've killed her!" he ranged.
I blinked in confusion. "What! Who?"
He stormed into the room. "You killed her! Why? Because you can't give the baby away! We paid you, didn't we? Why take her life?"
"Who are you talking about?- I managed to ask, looking confused.
"Vivian! She is dead, and you are the last person she had spoken with."
"Wait- what?!
My heart froze.
The mother of the babies, the same woman who treated me with so much care and kindness, was suddenly dead?! Even before she set her eyes on the babies!
Yes, Vivian and I spoke some hours before I was put to labor. How come she is suddenly dead?
Fear immediately gripped my heart.
"That's not true!" I cried, struggling to sit up. "She said she was going out for a spa treatment. I didn't-"
"You expect me to believe that?" he growled, eyes narrowing. "After everything we gave you, after everything we trusted you with..."
"Mr. Williams," a nurse interjected nervously, peeking in from behind him, "please, your wife just gave birth a few hours ago, so she needs rest."
"She's not my wife!" he snapped, pointing at me in frustration. "She's the surrogate."
The nurse's face went pale. "But we were told-"
"You were told wrong," he said, never noticing me.
I couldn't breathe.
He wasn't here to meet his children or to say thank you. He thought I had something to do with Vivian's sudden death.
And worse... maybe he wanted me to pay for it.
"You have no idea what you're saying," I whispered, voice shaking. "I've done nothing but protect your children. And now you stand there accusing me?"
"Protect," he chulked bitterly. "I promise you will regret this! I will make you pay for this! With your life!"
I stared at him, stunned. The pain of giving birth, and the fear I felt now. All of it swirled inside me like a storm.
My vision blurred as my pulse raced.
I didn't know if I wanted to slap him across the face or if my body was about to give out from everything it had endured.
And then...
Everything went black.
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7.2
Blurb:
They said loving him would ruin her, and they were right.
Adrianna never meant to fall for Xavier Palmer, the cold, untouchable billionaire whose name alone could silence a room. He was dangerous, controlling, and completely out of her world.
But the moment he claimed her as his, there was no escape.
What started as a forced bond quickly turned into something far more dangerous. Obsession and possession, a love so intense it blurred the line between protection and destruction.
Then everything shattered.
A brutal accident leaves Adrianna fighting for her life... and Xavier drowning in guilt, rage, and a darkness no one has ever seen before. While she lies unconscious, he hunts for the truth behind the attack, unaware that betrayal is closer than he thinks.
When Adrianna finally wakes up, nothing is the same.
Secrets have been buried, a child has been lost, and enemies are closing in.
But Xavier has made one thing clear.
He will destroy anyone who dares touch what belongs to him, even if it means becoming the monster she fears.
Even if it means losing her forever.
7.7
Kael Ravyn was born to rule, a powerful Alpha with a rare bloodline that even the strongest enemies coveted. But a lifetime ago, his father's desperate act to save him left Kael powerless, his wolf suppressed, his destiny stolen. Now, with the pack growing impatient and his throne threatened, he has three months to reclaim his power... or lose everything.
Aria has always believed the world was ordinary. With her mother gone and her father hiding secrets of a supernatural past, she's never imagined a life beyond what she can see and touch. Until the night of a billionaire's birthday party changes everything.
In the glimmering lights of wealth and power, Kael and Aria meet for the first time-and the instant pull between them is undeniable. Neither understands it, yet the bond of mates awakens something dangerous, something powerful... and something that could cost them both more than they ever imagined.
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.
7.6
For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk.
The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for.
"You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip."
My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father.
I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth.
But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app.
They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move.
"Get dressed. We're going to a party."
8.9
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day.
I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die.
To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor.
When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts.
"If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug."
Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card.
It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle.
If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.
8.2
The $50 million lawsuit notice on my phone screen was a violent, pulsing red. My father’s corporate espionage had finally caught up to us, and he was ready to throw me to the wolves to save his own skin.
To survive, I signed a contract marriage with the predator himself—Alaric Hunter, the very man currently dismantling my family’s legacy.
But the moment we left City Hall, my father turned into a monster. He called the hospital and canceled the private care for my dying mother, moving her to a miserable state ward just to break my spirit for "disobeying" him.
"I will find the money," I hissed, even as my throat threatened to close from the paralyzing stress.
"You’ll come crawling back when that monster dumps you!" my father roared, leaving me standing in the rain with nothing but a battered suitcase.
My ex-boyfriend, the man who actually falsified the documents that framed me, mocked me from his Ferrari, while Alaric’s own business rivals planted hidden cameras in our new penthouse to watch our every move. I was a legal shield, a corporate asset, and a target all at once.
I didn't understand why Alaric was suddenly paying my mother’s medical bills in secret or why he looked at me with such chilling intensity. Was I just a tool for his voting shares, or was he the only person in this city who actually wanted me safe?
I looked at the files Alaric left on the marble counter, filled with evidence against everyone who had ever hurt me. I was done being the victim of a hostile takeover; it was time to show them what happens when a Hunter’s wife decides to start hunting.