The CEO'S Surrogate Stripper

Desperate to fund her brother’s urgent surgery, Elena takes a job as a dancer at an elite club. Her life takes a startling turn when she meets Alexander, a powerful CEO who makes her an unthinkable offer. He wants her to serve as a surrogate for his heir, promising the wealth she needs in exchange for her womb. Bound by a cold contract, Elena must navigate a world of luxury and secrets while fighting her growing feelings for the man who bought her future.

Chapters

Chapter 1

|| Lorenzo's POV ||

" Mr. King!! Please wait a second!"

The reporters screamed, stumbling, pleading to step forward but they failed halfway miserably. My guards surrounded me closely as they guided me in, opening a path for me. The most awaited night was finally here.

" The annual party of King Enterprise!"

Not only the reporters, but the entire Humbsblock city waited for this grand event to be telecast on television. The King Enterprise has been ruling over the business world for the past three decades. My father, Arnaldo King had built his empire single-handedly and made sure to leave a remarkable footprint in the world of business. Naturally, we were called the number one family in this state. Although the focus should have fallen on Arnaldo King only here, I had all the flashlights and sole attention from the media. Because Lorenzo King had his empire.

After eighteen, I didn't rely on my father's business. Within three years, I had my own business though it wasn't as big as King Enterprise. Still, it had managed to place third among the leading companies of Humbsblock. I was hopeful that in the next few years, I would be able to turn my own company as big as King Enterprise.

Harlo guided me inside, stopping under the dazzling chandelier that we had for the party that night. I spotted Luka in the distance who waved back at me, smiling. He left the crowd behind, marching on my way, and pulled me into a bear hug,

" Goodness, Nana was so worried. She thought that you wouldn't come. I have been pampering her for hours."

He grumbled lowly and I chuckled lightly at his response. Nana could be dramatic sometimes. She still refused to believe that she was 90 not 23 anymore. Well, I couldn't argue that much. She still had her beauty and young mind, flourishing every single day perfectly.

I muttered sarcastically, gesturing at a staff member to serve us drinks,

" How can I miss the show, Luka?"

We toasted our drinks together as Luka's eyes followed something in the distance. He spoke while whispering, leaning onto me slowly,

" Do you think that he will announce it tonight?"

I replied, shrugging off as the warm liquor flowed in my throat,

" No idea! Everyone is expecting to hear tonight like always but it never happened."

Luka pulled his brows together in concern, gulping his liquid down in shot,

" I guess, he will say something this year as Leonardo is a married man already. The legacy rules should follow."

The name 'Leonardo' made my jaw clenching hard. One single name was enough to remind me how much I wanted this enterprise. My pain, anger, frustration everything was pulled and pried open in a single shot. My teeth sank deeper into my lips and I swallowed hard, looking away furiously.

" Yep, my brother should be a married man too.", a sudden voice traveled from behind. We both snapped our heads together behind to see Leonardo smirking at us.

There he was! The mysterious devil of our conversation!

That face reminded me of my lost childhood. He looked exactly like a carbon copy of his mother, the woman who destroyed our lives. His smile stretched more once his gaze tracked my hardened jaw, enjoying the wrath building inside me. Leonardo walked down to us, speaking again wearing his big fake smile,

" Welcome to the annual party, brother. I thought you wouldn't come. What changed your mind though?"

He sipped from his wine after blurting those words to me. His eyes glistened with a twinkling feeling as if he was ready to face the battle with me. I scoffed through my clenched teeth,

" Didn't I tell you to stop calling me ' brother'?"

I didn't fucking like that. His mischievous smile stretched further playfully, stepping forward to challenge my patience,

" Why? Aren't we from the same blood or do you think that your mother had fucked someone else to have you?"

That was the end of all my restraints. I approached forward in a rush, ready to blow his brain out but Luka grasped me from back hastily. I growled, struggling to break free from Luka's grip,

" Let me go, Luka. I will kill this bastard and end this game."

Luka hushed me down quietly, eyeing around worryingly,

" Hush, calm down, buddy. Why don't you understand that this is what he wants? Angering you! Manipulating you with his words so that you lose your temper. You have to understand that. This isn't the right place to fight. If your father sees this, you will be the first to cut it off from his choice list."

I slowed down after Luka's wise reminder. That's why, I loved this friend of mine. He had always been very mature and wise when it came to making any decision. He had always been there to support me. After putting his thoughts inside my mind, I sobered down subconsciously. Indeed, Luka had uttered the undeniable truth. That's what Leonardo wanted. Losing my mind so that I could become a sick bastard in front of this thousand people.

Looking back, I saw Leonardo staring hard at me with blazing hatred in his eyes. He didn't stay longer, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.

Oops! His plan failed!

***

" Lorenzo!", my nana's voice pulled me back to reality as I was lost thinking about all the possibilities, reigning through my mind. I spotted the 90-year-old young lady in her dark red lipstick. Relief flooded across her eyes after she saw me with her own eyes.

I strode over to her, caging her with my bare arms, and planted a sweet kiss on her cheeks. She beamed into a happy smile and muttered with a relief sigh,

" At least, you used some brains this time. Let's go forward. Your father is going to make the announcement."

Nana pushed me forward through the crowd. Others also came near the stage as Mr.King was going to give his speech. My eyes traveled into the crowd, spotting Leonardo with his newly wedded wife. They both looked like a perfect match. One was beauty without a brain and another one, ugly with a criminal mind. They married six months ago in a backyard wedding. Leonardo's wife was the only daughter of his father hence the family business fell under Leonardo's observation. I knew his mother planned for that woman since his son could not build his own business. It was expected from them and now, they were targeting the King's empire. I wasn't going to let this happen at any cost. It was my right, my legacy.

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For years, she hid her immense wealth and power to support the man she loved. However, her devotion is met with a cold betrayal when she catches him in a scandalous affair. Devastated but determined, she decides to stop playing the humble wife. Shedding her modest facade, she reclaims her true identity as a high-powered CEO. Now, she is ready to dominate the business world and show her unfaithful husband exactly what he has lost.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

His Billions Can't Buy Her Forgiveness Now

9.6

The scissors made a sickening crunch as I severed the long hair Marcus worshipped. For three years, I had been his "silk anchor," the hidden woman who grounded him while he conquered New York. But as the dark strands hit the porcelain sink, my phone lit up with a news alert that shattered my world. *Thorne Enterprises CEO Marcus Thorne and Isabella Vance announce engagement.* While I was waiting for his call, he was sliding a massive diamond onto another woman's finger. At the gala that night, I was forced to watch them. Izzy leaned across the table, her voice sweet enough to rot teeth. "You look exhausted, Olivia. Especially now that you're... alone." Marcus didn't defend me. He didn't even look at me. He just swirled his scotch and told me to focus on the merger data, dismissing me like an inconvenient employee rather than the woman he swore to protect. He thought I was a pragmatist. He thought I would stay in the shadows, accepting the scraps of his affection while he married for power. He was wrong. I went home and packed my life into a single suitcase. I took the river rock he had carved for me—the one he called his anchor—and left it on the empty easel with a note in black marker. *You were my rock. Now you’re just a stone.* By the time he realized his mistake and came pounding on my door, I was already gone, flying toward a new life in Montana where he couldn't reach me.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Ms. Chaos Meets Mr. Serious

9.4

Free-spirited and unpredictable, she is the embodiment of chaos, living life by her own rules. Her world shifts when she encounters a rigid, high-powered billionaire who demands absolute order. Despite their clashing personalities and his serious demeanor, an undeniable spark ignites between them. As their lives intertwine, his structured empire is turned upside down. Can a stoic tycoon find common ground with a woman who thrives on disorder?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

My Boss's Baby Contract

8.4

A single night with her powerful CEO changes Olivia Carter's life forever. What begins as a reckless mistake turns into an unexpected pregnancy-and a shocking proposal. Instead of walking away, billionaire CEO Alexander Kane offers Olivia a contract, one designed to protect his empire and secure an heir. As boundaries blur and emotions deepen, Olivia must survive office politics, public scrutiny, and a man who controls everything except his heart. In a world where love is negotiated on paper, can a contract lead to something real or will it cost them everything?

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

My Quiet Wife Is An Elite Genius

7.6

I was the ultimate trophy wife, a polished ornament in Francisco Zimmerman’s billionaire empire. For three years, I perfected the "Zimmerman Wife Smile," playing the role of the devoted partner while smoothing the Egyptian cotton of his shirts. The illusion shattered when I stood outside his study and heard him laughing with his mistress, Annalise. "She’s just a vase that only knows how to smile," Francisco’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "As long as I pay the maintenance fees on time, she stays obedient." I walked out that night with nothing but a canvas bag and the clothes on my back. But Francisco wasn't finished with his "asset." He froze my bank accounts and used his massive influence to blacklist me from every interior design firm in New York. He tracked my phone, watching me struggle from the shadows, waiting for me to starve so I would crawl back to his mansion. He even showed up at the dive bar where I was playing piano for rent money, mocking my desperation. "You have technique, but no heart," he sneered, tossing a silver coin into my tip jar as if I were a beggar. "You're hollow, Iris. Just like your pride." I couldn't believe this was the same man whose life I had saved during a bloody night in Macau. To him, I wasn't a wife; I was a stock price that needed stabilizing. The more I fought for my independence, the tighter he pulled the net, determined to break my spirit until I had no choice but to return to his gilded cage. Then, the morning sickness hit. I realized I wasn't just carrying my own life anymore—I was carrying his heir. If Francisco found out, he would never let us go; he would turn my child into another "performance bonus" for his brand. Looking at the sonogram, I knew a divorce would never be enough to escape a man who thought he owned the world. "I'm not going back," I whispered, staring at his yacht moored in the harbor. "To save this baby, Iris Potter has to die."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.3

Reborn Heiress Marries My Ex-Fiancé's Brother

7.3

Tonight was supposed to be the night I became the happiest woman in D.C., celebrating my engagement at the legendary Bolton Manor gala. I wore emerald silk and a diamond that cost more than most mansions, convinced that Hank Bolton was my soulmate and the key to my family's future. But behind the heavy oak doors of the guest wing, the dream died. I found my fiancé tangled with another woman, laughing about how I was nothing more than a "clueless cash cow" whose inheritance would fund his run for the Senate. In my first life, I reacted with tears and screams, which only allowed his family to paint me as an unstable lunatic. They stripped me of my dignity, bankrupted the Adams estate, and watched coldly as my brother, Lucas, died in a ditch trying to save me. I ended up gasping for air in a burning building, realizing too late that my perfect engagement was actually my execution. I died in the soot and the shadows, feeling the searing heat of a betrayal that burned worse than the fire. I lost everything because I was too blind to see the monsters hiding behind expensive smiles. But then, I suddenly gasped for air and realized the smoke was gone. I was standing in front of a vanity, the calendar mocking me: October 14th. The night of the gala. I had been given a second chance, and this time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I recorded the betrayal on my phone and walked into the library with a heart made of ice. I didn't just blow up the engagement; I demanded a new groom—Hank’s "invalid" older brother, Dereck, a man the world had written off as a dying recluse. "I'll take him," I told the stunned family. I wanted a husband who couldn't cheat, a puppet who would leave me a wealthy widow within a year. I thought I was choosing a safe, broken man to shield me from my enemies. I didn't know that under his blanket, Dereck was hiding a holster, or that the "dying" man was actually a predator who had been waiting for someone exactly like me to walk into his trap.

Billionaire Modern Romance

The CEO'S Surrogate Stripper

Chapter 1

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