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 2
The cemetery was quiet, except for the soft rustle of wind against trees and the sobs from the mourners. The scent of fresh earth hung in the air, and I stood a few feet back from the casket, arms crossed over my chest, trying to ignore the lump in my throat as they lowered her into the ground.
Mrs. Williams had been kind to me, and that word clung to me. She wasn't extravagant or intimidating like I'd feared when we first met, but gentle in asking about my mother's condition.
She always offered tea during our meetings and touched my arm lightly when I looked unsure. We hadn't become friends-how could we, given what I was doing for her? But she made me feel less like a vessel for her babies.
And now she was gone.
The casket sank slowly, and I barely managed to swallow hard when I remembered her laugh. She was excited when she first felt the triplets kick and cried during our last phone call.
The one we'd had just before the accident, before she was taken from her newborn babies, whom she loved so much.
She'd been on the highway, I remembered that much, driving home after visiting the hospital where the nursery was being set up. Her voice had been bright and excited before there was a sharp sound.
Then the phone cut off, so I wasn't sure if I had imagined the scream.
They said it was an accident, a truck swerved into the wrong lane, and it was too sudden and unavoidable.
But still, it didn't feel real.
One day, she was decorating a room for her babies; the next, she was gone.
I turned away before they started throwing dirt over the casket. I couldn't bear to watch that part. I couldn't stand the sound of it either because it would prove she was never coming back.
Back at the house, which was massive and cold, I wandered to the room that had been mine, the one where I was allowed to sleep. I stared out the window, wondering what would happen if I walked out.
If I left everything behind like the babies, the grief, the man who had barely spoken since the funeral arrangements began.
Could I run? Could I live with myself if I did?
I hadn't even held them yet, the triplets. They were barely a week old, still too small to wrap my mind around the idea that they were real.
My body still ached from labor, my mind still foggy from the whirlwind that followed: all the lawyers, press releases, and the funeral arrangements.
And him, Mr. Williams, silent and sharp-eyed, moving through it all coldly like a statue brought to life.
I didn't trust him, I never had, not fully. He was charming when his wife was around, but there was always something behind his eyes, like a quiet calculation, or something colder.
And that she was gone, that calculation had grown teeth and was ready to attack, so I was startled when the door creaked behind me.
But I didn't turn.
I knew it was him by the way the air shifted. He had that presence, a large and heavy one. The kind of presence that made your skin tighten even when he said nothing.
"So this is where you're hiding," he said, his voice low, even.
"I wasn't hiding." I kept my eyes on the window to avoid staring at him. "Just thinking about some things."
He didn't respond at first, but then I heard the click of the door closing and the soft footfalls as he approached.
"I suppose you've been thinking a lot," he said. "Wondering whether to stay or run."
That made me turn, but I did it slowly.
He was standing in the center of the room, dressed in black, but not mourning. There was no grief in his face, only a cold stillness, like he'd already processed the loss and moved past it.
"Am I wrong?" he asked.
I clenched my hands in response. "I... don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore."
He moved closer, and I instinctively stepped back. Just a small motion, but enough that he noticed, and that made his jaw tick.
"You were talking to her," he said flatly. "When she crashed."
My breath caught. "That wasn't...Mr. Williams, I didn't know that..."
"She was calling you," he said, voice still too calm. "Talking to you when she should've had both hands on the wheel. But of course, you couldn't wait, no, you had to tell her about every little ache as if the pregnancy made you part of the family."
"I didn't ask for any of that," I said, my voice shaking. "You hired me, both of you did, and she was the one who called me, so I didn't make her drive and talk..."
"She's dead." He said it with a finality that sucked the air out of the room and out of my lungs.
And then he stepped forward, closing the distance between us.
"You don't get to run," he said, his voice low now and dangerous. "You think you can just disappear and leave them behind? My children?"
"They are her children too," I snapped, instantly regretting the heat in my voice because his eyes flared in reply.
"Yes," he said tightly. "Now that she's gone, I will raise them, but they need someone to care for them, feed them, wake up with them, and bond with them."
He stared at me for a long moment. "You carried them, and you'll stay and raise them." I took another step back. "That's not what we agreed to, the contract was clear-"
"There is no contract anymore," he said coldly. "Not one that matters between us at least."
I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off sharply. "You live here now, until I say otherwise. This is no longer a discussion, so you don't get to choose."
My throat tightened.
He didn't yell because he didn't need to; the weight of his words was enough. I felt them like chains, invisible but unbreakable, wrapping around my body.
I looked away, blinking hard.
"I want to see them," I whispered, not sure why I said it. Maybe to remind myself why I hadn't run, or to remind him I wouldn't be pushed around so easily.
He paused for a long beat, then turned and left, closing the door with quiet finality even though he didn't bother responding.
And I stood alone, my heart pounding, while silence rushed around me again. But it wasn't comforting anymore.
No, it felt like a warning.
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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.