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 5
The moment I read the nanny's text, everything inside me went still.
The kids are gone? Those texts were all it took to crush me out.
A cold heaviness filled my chest. Oh God, not again, not after everything I had already survived.
I felt like I had fallen into the same fire I barely survived after Vivian's death.
I grabbed my phone, my hands shaking as I called the nanny.
It rang twice before she picked up.
"What happened?" My voice was already rising.
"How did this happen? I left those kids with you! Can't I have a break without everything falling apart?"
" I-I don't know," she stammered, with panic in her voice.
"They were right here, Madam Ava. I turned for a second to answer the doorbell. When I came back...."
I didn't let her finish and ended the call immediately. My hands shook uncontrollably.
I told Mom I needed to go take care of something urgent. I didn't lie exactly, it was urgent, just not the kind she thought.
Now, that excuse felt like I had lied to her face.
Panic rushed in, and guilt followed like it had been waiting. I had no idea if what I felt was my natural bond with the triplets, or if it was the crushing fear of how ruthlessly Nicholas would react.
Nicholas.
The ruthless billionaire who had already buried one woman, now her babies were missing while I was meant to protect them.
I typed quickly.
Hi Nicholas, it's Ava.
The triplets are missing.
I just went out for a moment, and I've been getting repeated calls from the nanny. Your presence is needed at the mansion. Please help. I'm trying my best to be calm, but things are a mess right now.
I hit send or thought I did.
Just as I was about to double-check, my phone rang, my mother's call came in.
I answered right away, my voice shaking over every sentence during the conversation.
Hours passed.
No response from Nicholas, and still no trace of the children.
I walked crazily around the mansion, calling their names as if they would suddenly come out of the closets and laugh.
But the house was too quiet, no trace of them.
Unlike every child's room, their toys were untouched, and the room was neatly arranged.
In fact, the whole house was like a crime scene.
The sharp slam of the front door dragged me out of my thoughts.
Nicholas had arrived.
I turned around just as he stepped inside. His sharp eyes swept across the living room.
"Where are my kids?" he barked.
"Why is this house so silent?" Why isn't anyone here to greet me?" What's going on?"
I stepped forward, trying to explain.
"Nicholas, I tried calling. I left a message"
He cut me off.
"Message? I got nothing. What kind of joke is this?"
I quickly checked my phone, and the message was still unsent, sitting there like it was mocking me.
"I wrote it, but didn't get to send it because my mom called. I thought it sent"
Nicholas looked at me like I'd just lost my mind, like I was speaking another language.
"Don't stand there making excuses. Where are they, Ava?"
Tears filled my eyes. "I don't know."
He froze.
"You don't know?" His tone dropped dangerously low, more dangerous than a shout.
"You left my children, and now they're gone?"
I chipped in, "I stepped out just briefly"
"For what? Another excuse?" His jaw clenched.
"You took their mother. Now you want to take them too?"
I took a step backward like I had been shocked "Please don't say that"
"You have twenty-four hours, no, that's a lot, you've got twelve hours," he hissed.
"Find them. Or don't bother showing your face again."
My throat tightened as I tried to speak. My voice barely came out. "Twelve hours?"
"That's generous," he spat. "You're supposed to be their guardian, Ava. This is on you."
And just like that, he marched into the hallway, voice sharp as he snapped orders into his phone.
***
I had never been this hurt my entire life, the pain was too deep.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't think.
The fear held me so tightly that I couldn't move.
Where do I even start? I didn't have any idea on who would have taken them or why.
The gates were always locked and security was supposed to be tight.
Unless it was someone on the inside.
I began searching every room again. The closets, the garden, even the laundry room.
I checked the CCTV footage, but the cameras had gone dark a few hours ago, sending a new chill down my spine.
Nicholas was on the phone nonstop, calling security firms and contacting the authorities.
He moved like a machine, cold and sharp, never letting his eyes touch mine.
I tried to sit, but my legs wouldn't stop shaking, and my tummy twisted with every passing second.
I was so exhausted I barely noticed when I collapsed on the couch with my phone still in hand.
By the time I had woken up, it was still dark, but I was covered with something warm-a blanket.
Strange, I didn't remember getting one.
I forced my sleepy eyes open, slowly sat up, and looked around.
The nanny passed by, and I called out to her.
"Did you put this blanket over me?"
She shook her head. "No. Mr Nicholas did. He came in about an hour ago, and you were shivering uncontrollably in your sleep."
I blinked again, unsure if I heard her right. Nicholas? Covered me?
That wasn't like him at all.
"That's so strange," I whispered to myself.
Maybe it was guilt, or perhaps the ruthless billionaire wasn't completely heartless.
Still, none of it mattered. The kids were gone, and time was running out.
***
I sat up fully, trying to reprocess everything, then remembered something.
The nanny said she turned around to answer the door.
What door?
I rushed to her room.
"Who came to the door earlier?"I questioned.
She blinked, clearly startled.
"I...I don't know. I thought it was one of the staff. I opened it, and no one was there. Maybe it was a prank"
"A prank, who would want to play a prank?" My voice broke. "And you didn't think to tell me this earlier?"
"I tried telling you, but you cut me short, and I didn't want to make things worse. I thought maybe...maybe the kids were playing hide and seek."
I turned away from her, my whole body going numb.
Something wasn't right.
This wasn't just carelessness; it looked planned, like something carefully arranged and a targeted attack.
A notification flashed just as I grabbed my phone.
Private Number: You took something from me. Now it's your turn.
My breath was fastened.
What?
I read it again, my hands shaking uncontrollably.
Another message followed.
You have until sunrise.
I felt my heart drop.
This didn't happen by chance. Someone was taking revenge.
And I had no idea what was coming next.
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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.