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 7
I didn't close my eyes all night. I couldn't.
My body was drained, but my mind refused to stop. It kept replaying everything over and over, like a broken record.
The nanny's call, Nicholas's rage, the man who looked like a delivery person, the quietness in the house was suffocating; their room, desolate and cold.
The triplets were still missing.
And Nicholas still hadn't looked me in the eyes.
He circled the living room like a lion waiting to strike, barking orders into his phone, yelling at every security agent, nanny, and household worker.
I stood in a corner, trembling with exhaustion, my body refusing to move, yet too restless to sit.
Everything hurt-my head, my heart, my body.
Yet above all, it was the guilt that consumed me.
I knew it wasn't entirely my fault because I didn't harm the children.
I didn't hand them to anyone, my only mistake was leaving them behind to see my Mother.
I wasn't there when I should've been.
And Nicholas...
Nicholas had found the perfect reason to unleash everything he had bottled against me.
"Still standing there like a lost puppy?" His voice was sharp and cruel.
"Or are you finally ready to confess how much you enjoy ruining my life?"
My body jerked.
"I've already said I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."
He chuckled coldly, walking closer.
"Sorry?" he repeated.
"You were 'sorry' the day Vivian died, too. Funny how every problem seems to lead back to you, and your only response is sorry."
My eyes burned unbearably. "Stop it."
"No," he let out a loud yell.
"I won't stop, not until you take responsibility. You were entrusted with their care, yet you stepped out, and now three innocent children, my children, are missing".
"Do you have any idea what that means?"
"I didn't abandon them!" I shouted back, unable to hold it in anymore.
"I needed air...I needed to breathe for just a moment"
"You don't get that privilege anymore," he interrupted, his voice lowering, harsher now.
"The moment you signed that surrogacy contract, you became connected to them, whether you like it or not. You think you could birth them and walk away? That I'd let someone like you, careless and manipulative, be free?"
His words hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the breath out of me.
"Why are you doing this?" My voice shook, low and trembling.
"Is it because you want to hate me so badly that you've forgotten what grief feels like?"
He leaned closer, his face inches from mine.
"Don't talk to me about grief, Ava. I buried my wife. Now my kids are gone. If there's a curse following me around, it wears your face."
I gasped, like I'd been slapped.
I wanted to scream, to cry, to hit him, but I did none of it.
I just stood there, frozen, as he walked away and slammed the door to his study.
Everything went silent once more. Only now, it was heavier and dragged me down.
Almost deadly, nearly taking my life.
***
I went into the triplets' room again, searching through drawers, looking for anything, any clue, any hint, or anything they could've taken with them or something someone could've left behind.
Nothing.
I found their little pyjamas still on the bed.
A stuffed giraffe was laying on the floor. I hugged it to my chest and fell to my knees.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"I'm so, so sorry."
I didn't know how long I stayed like that, but my phone vibrated again.
It was a message from a private number.
"You shouldn't have left them alone. You'll regret it."
My heart nearly stopped.
I screamed and rushed to Nicholas's study, shoving the phone into his face.
"Look! Someone just sent this.
They know!"
He grabbed the phone and read the message.
His face hardened.
"Trace it," he told someone on the line.
"Find whoever sent this, now!"
Then he turned to me, and for a second, just one second, something shifted in his eyes.
Was it a worry? Panic? Regret?
It disappeared too quickly for me to tell.
An hour passed, then two.
Every corner of the house buzzed with tension.
They went over the security footage once more.
Nicholas had people calling every hospital, checkpoint, orphanage, and police station.
His lawyer showed up.
Then his P.A (Anna).
Yet no one said a word to me.
I was invisible.
Or maybe just not important enough to be involved.
When I walked downstairs to check in, Nicholas glared at me like I had no right to breathe the same air.
"Go upstairs," he ordered. "I don't want you here."
"But I can help"
"You've helped enough."
His voice was sharp and dangerous.
But in his bold blue eyes, hid something new I hadn't seen before.
Fear.
***
That night, I stayed in the triplets' room again, crouched low on the ground beside their beds.
Every noise made me sit up.
I saw hope in every shadow, it felt like it could carry my babies back to me.
At 2:36 a.m., I heard someone open the door.
I stayed still, barely breathing.
Nicholas stepped in.
He didn't say a word.
He just walked to the middle of the room and stared around like a restless spirit.
After a long silence, he muttered, "Vivian loved the kids even before they were born."
"She sang a lullaby to them, saying lullabies helped them sleep better."
I sat up slowly.
"I remember. I tried doing the same sometimes."
He looked at me for the first time.
"You think this is easy for me? Do you think I want to blame you?" His voice broke soft and slowly.
"But I'm scared out of my mind. I don't know where to look anymore. And you're the only one left to blame."
I swallowed hard.
"Then hate me if you must, but don't shut me out."
His stare remained fixed on me for a long moment.
Then he turned and walked out, shutting the door softly behind him.
***
Morning came.
Still no news.
The police began questioning everyone again-especially me.
Nicholas didn't defend me.
He didn't interrupt when they suggested negligence.
But when I walked into the living room, I overheard him yelling into his phone:
"If anything happens to my kids, I swear I'll burn this damn city down!"
His voice shook, not from anger but from fear.
At 11:23 a.m., another text came through.
This time on Nicholas's phone.
He read it in front of me.
"If you want them back, stop playing hero. We're watching."
He looked at the message for several seconds before slowly lifting his head to meet my eyes.
For the first time since this all began
Nicholas froze, fear rooting him in place.
And then he whispered, raw and low.
"They're not after the kids, Ava.
They're after us."
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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.