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 4
The house hadn't changed a bit.
It was still the same pale blue shutters, and small winds dancing in the breeze. The paint on the walls was peeling a little more, and the flower beds needed trimming, but it still smelled like my childhood.
My heart thundered as I stood on the front porch, hand frozen mid-knock. It was a strange sensation, like I was a teenager again, sneaking in late, unsure what kind of welcome I'd receive. Only this time, it had been Five years, and I hadn't just missed curfew, I'd disappeared.
I knocked softly so as not to startle her, and held my breath as the seconds passed.
When my mother opened the door, her eyes didn't register. She just stood there in her faded floral apron, a dish towel still clutched in one hand, and blinked like she was seeing a ghost.
"Ava?"
I smiled sadly, though my throat ached too much to say anything.
Then, all at once, she rushed forward and wrapped me in her arms. I nearly dropped my bag as she pulled me into her chest, her hands trembling, her shoulders shaking.
"Ava, my God.." Her voice broke. "I thought... I didn't know if you'd ever-"
She couldn't finish her sentence, but I didn't need to. I understood everything she hadn't said.
I buried my face into the crook of her neck, into the scent of garlic, soap, and home, and held on tighter than I'd meant to. Five years of distance collapsed into that embrace, of letters that said everything and nothing, of phone calls where I pretended to be too busy, too tired, too far away.
"I missed you," I whispered, the words cracking as they came out. "I'm so sorry, Mama."
She pulled back to look at me. Her eyes were older now, but still sharp, searching my face like she was afraid I might vanish if she blinked. Then she cupped my cheeks in both hands and smiled through tears.
"You're here," she said. "That's all that matters."
I nodded, afraid I'd unravel completely if I spoke again.
"Come in," she said quickly, ushering me inside. "Come sit down, let me look at you properly, my precious baby's home."
I followed her, my heart full and throat tight. But not once did she ask why I was here.
She made tea even though it was warm outside. That was always her way, warmth for warmth, comfort for comfort. As she poured, she talked about the neighbors, the choir at church, and the tomato garden she finally got to grow after all these years.
And I sat and listened, nodding at intervals, grateful for every second she filled the silence.
When she finally sat down across from me, her eyes softened. "You look tired," she said gently.
"I've been... busy," I said, forcing a small smile. "Life's just been a lot."
She reached over and touched my hand. "You wrote, now and then, you said you were studying a course. I didn't ask too many questions, but I always wondered, was it just school keeping you away all this time?"
I hesitated, heart thudding.
"I didn't want you to worry," I said at last, my voice low. "There were... complications, but it's over now, I'm safe."
That last word felt strange on my tongue; it didn't taste like the truth, but I didn't take it back. She nodded slowly, seeming to accept that for now.
"I just wish I could've been there for you," she said. "Whatever it was, whatever you went through, you shouldn't have done it alone."
I squeezed her hand. "You were always with me, Mama. Every time things got too heavy, I thought of you."
Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she didn't let them fall this time. She just smiled and stood up, clapping her hands together softly.
"Come on. You need a proper meal, and I need to keep my hands busy, or I'll cry all over again."
Dinner felt like stepping into the past.
She made every one of my favorites without even asking. I helped chop the vegetables while she hummed and stirred the stew like she had done a hundred times before.
But it wasn't about the food, it was about the rhythm of being together. The small comforts of shared space and the ease of love that had never been conditional.
When we sat down to eat, she reached across the table and touched my wrist.
"Are you staying for good this time?"
I looked up from my plate. The question was gentle, but it carried a lot of weight.
"I think so," I said. "Not here in this house. I've been... living somewhere else, but I want to come around more often, I need this again. You."
She smiled, eyes crinkling. "This house is always yours to stay in, Ava. You don't even have to ask."
I smiled back in response before voicing a thought that had been at the back of my mind. "I was thinking, maybe I could get someone to check in on you, it could be a nurse, or a nanny, just in case-"
She waved the idea off with a laugh. "I've been living on my own just fine. Besides, you'd waste your money, and I'm old, not broken."
I laughed, too, though something tightened in my chest. After everything I'd done for her, she still didn't know the cost, and maybe she never would.
We spent hours talking after dinner on the couch, barefoot, wrapped in an old blanket, even though it was warm.
She told me stories I'd heard before but didn't mind hearing again. She asked about what I'd been doing, and I gave her just enough to make her smile, but not enough to make her suspicious.
And all the while, my phone lay face down in my bag by the door, buzzing once again and again, but I wanted to remain this peaceful for a bit more.
The messages: Gloria (Nanny)
Ava, I've been calling, but you're not answering.
It's urgent, the triplets aren't here.
Please answer, I think someone took them.
But I didn't see any of it, because I was finally home for the first time in Five years.
And I was too busy remembering what it felt like.
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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.