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 10
After opening the black file and seeing Ava's wide-eyed horror that morning, there was nothing else to say. Her silence was louder than any shout.
She didn't ask any more questions.
She didn't even look at me the same, but I didn't have the time to ease her fears.
My children were still gone and whoever took them knew me, not the version in the media, not the billionaire with a cruel smile and elegant suit.
No, this person knew the version I tried to bury ten years ago in the narrow streets of Harlem, under contracts soaked in blood and debts paid in fear.
I stood by the window, watching the city in restless disorder.
Somewhere out there, my children were alone, waiting for me.
And someone was playing a game I didn't remember starting somewhere, and they were using my children as instruments.
Ava sat on the edge of the armrest behind me, hugging her arms around herself.
Her hair was still messy from the night before, and her eyes, formerly bold, now empty-eyed.
I hated that look on her because she didn't deserve any of this.
"We're starting the search today," I said, not turning to face her.
She looked up. "How?"
"I have eyes everywhere in New York. And we won't be waiting for them to report. We'll be out there too."
She stood. "You mean... the two of us?"
"Yes."
A moment of silence.
"You think that's smart?"
"No," I said. "But I think it's necessary."
She hesitated, and then asked the question I knew was coming.
"What if this is a trap?"
I finally turned to her. "Then I walk into it."
Her eyes widened, caught off guard by my words
"And me?" she whispered.
"I'll protect you." I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "Even if it costs me everything."
For a second, her eyes softened just for a heartbeat. But she quickly looked away.
We left before noon.
I instructed my P.A to activate Protocol V, a private channel that alerted my underground network without raising flags.
The New York Police Department had already been notified, but I didn't trust them, not with this or the past I'd buried.
Ava insisted on wearing a hoodie and sunglasses.
She looked like a terrified celebrity, but I didn't comment. If that made her feel safer, fine.
We started in Lower Manhattan, at a private hospital where my name had once been removed from records for "donations."
My gut told me this was personal, and if the kidnapper had ties to my past, they'd start where I had sins to hide.
The receptionist's smile vanished when I flashed my old ID.
"Is Dr. Marino still here?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
She hesitated. "She retired four years ago."
"Where does she live?"
"Mr. Nicholas, I can't give out personal information."
I stepped closer. "I donated two million dollars to this facility. That information isn't personal, it's mine."
Ava pulled at my sleeve. "Nicholas..."
I turned, sensing movement behind us. A man in scrubs glanced at us from the far hallway.
Then quickly looked away.
I approached him. "Hey."
He froze.
"Dr. Marino's location. Now."
He swallowed. "She... she owns a place near Queensbridge Park, on Vernon. She doesn't take visitors."
"She'll take me."
We were in the car again ten minutes later. Ava kept looking out the window, but I could tell she fidgeted.
"This isn't your fault," I said suddenly.
She turned sharply to face me. "What?"
"The funeral. The kids. All of this. You're not to blame."
She bit her lip. "Then why does it feel like I'm being punished?"
I didn't know what to say.
We reached Queensbridge just as the sky turned steel-grey.
The older woman who opened the door wasn't the sharp Dr. Marino I remembered.
Her hair had turned white, and her hands shook slightly as she gripped on her cane for support.
"You have some nerve," she said in a low voice.
"I need your help."
"You always do." She let us in, reluctantly.
I explained everything, or almost everything.
The missing kids, the connection to the past.
Her files, patients, and the man we once helped disappear.
She paled. "Don't say his name."
"He's dead, isn't he?" I asked.
Her hand trembled against the cane. "We thought he was."
Ava frowned. "Who are you talking about?"
Dr. Marino didn't answer.
She entered the other room and returned with a file, thinner than mine, but old.
"Someone came here last week," she said.
"Didn't say a word. Just left this."
I took it from her, my hands tightening as I flipped it open.
A picture fell out.
My daughters were crying in what looked like an abandoned warehouse.
Ava gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh my God..."
A symbol was in the background, a red wolf emblem inside a circle.
"I know this place," I muttered. "It's from the Bronx."
"Why there?" Ava asked.
"Because that's where the game began," I said coldly.
"And where I buried the man who created it."
She touched my hand. "Nicholas, you're scaring me."
I looked at her.
"You should be scared," I whispered.
"Because we're returning to where I stopped being human."
We left Dr. Marino's house just as rain began to fall.
I felt Ava's fingers tremble slightly against mine when we entered the car. But she didn't pull away.
In the Bronx, we parked a few blocks away from the warehouse.
The building seemed abandoned, rusted shutters hung loosely, broken signs, and weeds crawling everywhere.
"This is it?" she asked.
I nodded. "Stay close."
We entered through a broken side door. The air inside smelled of moulds and hidden truths.
My chest tightened as memories hit me all at once.
There were no lights.
No sounds.
Just silence.
Then- A child's cry.
Ava gasped. "That's them!"
"No," I said, grabbing her arm. "That's a recording."
She froze.
The sound repeated.
And then, from behind us, the heavy door banged close
A cold voice crackled through the speaker, sharp and emotionless.
"Hello, Nicholas. It's been a long time."
Ava gripped my arm. "What is this?"
A bright light shone from above, revealing a screen.
On it, my children. Alive and frightened.
Beside them, a masked man. His eyes burned with anger.
"You left me to die in fire," he rasped.
"Now watch what burns next."
The screen went black.
Ava screamed.
I turned to the wall. In bright red paint, there was a countdown.
02:59:58
We had three hours.
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7.2
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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.