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 6
I stood in the security room, staring at the security monitors like they had an answer to my problems, but the screens were blank. The person who did this, cut it off and wiped it clean.
Three children, my children. Gone.
The silence in this big house was everywhere, heavy and choking. It was too clean and too peaceful, too quiet to be real.
This house was meant to be their safe place, but it had now become a goddamn tomb.
And she...oh God, I don't even know what to do with her at this point.
I turned sharply, moving fast almost stumbling in my hurry as I headed for the living room.
She was sitting there like a ghost, her eyes puffy and red, gripping her phone tightly. Her pale face made her look fragile, like a victim.
"You still haven't found them," I said coldly.
Ava, lifted her head up, startled. "I'm trying. I'm not resting until I..."
"No, don't give me that," I snapped.
"This isn't about trying Ava; this is about failing. You failed the kids Ava."
She stood up, voice trembling. "Nicholas, I didn't take your children. Why would I ever..."
"But you lost them!" I shouted, letting all my frustration spill out, stepping closer.
"They were supposed to be safe with you. I trusted you. You, of all people, you knew what those triplets meant to me."
Hot tears ran freely down her cheeks, but it only made me angrier because I didn't want her tears; I wanted my kids.
"You told me to stay forcefully," she said quietly, "even though the contract didn't require it. You asked me to raise them, and I do that even against my will. I didn't ask for this, I never wanted to replace Vivian"
"Don't you dare say her name," I yelled sharply, frustration boiling over, my voice low and deadly.
"You don't get to use her as your excuse. Not after what happened that night."
She shook her head. "I didn't kill her. I've told you that a thousand times."
"And now you expect me to believe this wasn't your fault, too?" I said, with anger boiling inside me.
"First Vivian, now the kids? What's next? Are you planning to burn down the house while at it?"
She staggered backward like I had slapped her.
Good.
Maybe that pain would keep her from forgetting the consequences of her carelessness.
"Why would I ever hurt them?" she whispered, with a trembling voice. "They're a part of me too."
I didn't answer because deep down, a part of me wanted to believe her, but I couldn't risk believing.
Not now, not when my children are out there, unprotected. Maybe lifeless.
"I swear I didn't take them," she said again, looking wild with fear. "Someone's playing with us. Look"
She showed me her phone-two messages from a private number.
You took something from me. Now it's your turn.
You have until sunrise.
My teeth pressed hard together.
"What is this?" I demanded.
"When did you get this?"
"A few hours ago," she said, voice small. "I didn't know who to show. I thought..."
"You thought what?" I yelled out. "That you could fix it alone? You would stumble across the triplets like they played their way out somewhere?"
Her lower lip trembled, but she didn't look away.
"Who did you piss off, Ava?" I asked, voice dangerously calm now.
"Who did you owe, betray, threaten? Because I know this isn't about me. This message is about you."
Her shoulders straightened slowly, her spine hardening under tension.
"I don't owe anyone. I don't have enemies."
"Then why are you the one getting threats?" I asked.
"Why is your name tied to a war I didn't ask for?"
"I don't know!" she cried, voice breaking.
"Maybe it's someone who hates Vivian! Someone from your past!"
I gave a dry empty laugh, cold and humourless.
"Don't you dare throw my past into this. My enemies go after me, not my children. This..." I pointed at the phone, "...this is personal. And it's aimed at you."
"I've done nothing wrong," She whispered, with a trembling voice and breaking words. "I'm not the enemy here, Nicholas."
"Maybe not." I stepped closer. "But you're the mistake."
***
AVA'S POV
The words cut through me like I had been stabbed with a sharp knife. I stood there, couldn't move and my eyes were filled with hot tears. I refused to let the tears fall again.
He didn't mean something like that. He couldn't. I kept telling myself that just to feel better. But he did.
With my head lower, I knew he meant every syllable.
I didn't care what Nicholas thought of me. Not really, but hearing those words after what I'd endured, giving birth to his children, sacrificing my body, my time, my emotions, staying in a home where I wasn't wanted.
It broke something in me.
"I stayed because you forced me to," I said, with a low voice.
"You deprived me of freedom and fucking forced me not to leave."
He didn't answer, his silence screamed louder than anything he could have spoken.
"Vivian's gone," I said, my voice heavy with bitterness. "And you're looking for someone to blame. Fine, I get it, but you don't get to spit that poison at me every time things go wrong."
He folded his arms, without moving.
My hands curled into fists, the anger burning hotter.
"You think I wanted this? To be dragged into your cold, empty world? I gave birth in pain. I raised them alone for five years when you were too busy hiding behind grief, and I'm still here, I'm still fighting for them."
Nicholas's jaw ticked. Something dark flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before I could read it.
"Then prove it," he said flatly.
"Bring them back."
I froze in shock.
And then, I realised: he didn't care about how broken I was. How much I was grieving, too. How much I loved those babies.
He only cared about results.
I turned on my heel and walked away, not because I had nothing more to say, but because if I stayed, I would break down, and I wasn't going to let myself fall apart in front of him.
Not this time.
***
I locked myself in the kids' room.
Their scent was still everywhere, the sweet smell of children's powder, soft lavender lotion, that warm, innocent smell only little kids carried.
I picked up one of their blankets and held it to my chest. The sob broke free from my throat before I could stop it.
My babies.
Gone.
A knock came at the door. Then a voice.
"Madam Ava?"
It was one of the security guards.
I opened the door slowly, wiping my face.
"Yes?"
"We found something by the back gate."
My heart skipped as he led me outside. Everywhere was dark, the sky bleeding soft streaks of purple.
A worn-out bunny plushie lay just beyond the gate under a bush.
I fell to my knees.
"That's theirs. That's Rita's."
I picked it up, holding it like it was made of glass.
The security man cleared his throat.
"There's more. We found tire marks. Someone drove through the west side and broke the lock. It wasn't noticed because it was the camera's blind spot."
"Can we trace the tire patterns?" I asked
"We've already started."
Just then, Nicholas appeared behind me. His voice was short and sharp.
"What did you find?"
I held up the bunny.
He stared at it, then at me. "We're running out of time."
He turned to the security. "Double the staff. Block every road out of town. I want the press shut down."
"Not a word leaves this compound until I give the order."
"And if they demand answers?" one asked.
"Tell them what I allow, strictly only what I permit," he lashed out.
"Nothing more."
***
By the time the sun began to rise, I felt like I was older than my age.
Every hour was a reminder they were still missing, and every minute was another weight crushing my chest.
Nicholas walked back and forth by the windows, his phone pressed tight to his ear. His tie was gone, his shirt wrinkled, but his eyes stayed cold and locked in.
I wanted to hate him for what he said earlier. I should hate him.
But there was something in the way he stared out the window. Something haunted.
"You didn't sleep either?" I asked quietly.
He didn't look at me. "Not until they're back."
I nodded.
Suddenly, the front gate buzzed.
One of the guards rushed in.
"There's someone at the entrance. A man says he has information."
Nicholas and I exchanged glances.
We followed the guard out.
At the gate stood a man dressed in a delivery uniform. His cap was pulled low over his face.
"Who are you?" Nicholas demanded.
The man didn't answer.
He pulled out a phone, tapped the screen, and held it up.
A video began to play.
It was dark, shaky, but clear enough.
My children.
In a room, leaning against the wall, crying faintly.
My knees gave way, and I grabbed the gate for support.
Nicholas's entire body went stiff.
"What do you want?" he roared.
The man finally looked up. His smile was cruel.
"You'll know soon enough," he said.
Then he turned and drove off.
"Stop him" Nicholas shouted, but the man was already gone, dodging cars until he was out of sight.
We stood there, breathless after the video had ended and the man left.
But those cries...
They still echoed in my ears.
We were out of time.
And whoever took them had just declared war.
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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.