Contract Concubine Novels & Stories

she added. "You shall never be a concubine!" Sebastian declared firmly, his expression darkening. "Lena, if you don't wish to marry, remain here at Blackmoor Estate. I will watch over you all my life. No prince shall make you a concubine and bring you suffering." A concubine led a life of quiet shame. Her head forever bowed, and her children overshadowed by the legitimate heirs. Selena cast her brother a wry glance over her shoulder. "So, whether Prince Theodore glances my way or not changes nothing for me. It is all but an act, a trick to stir my heart."

A verbal blade sheathed in a single word. I nodded, as if that simple syllable shattered everything. He had history with her. Real history. Not a contract. Not a transaction. She was polished, powerful, perfectly suited to the gilded cages and silent wars of his world. She knew his habits, his moods—she’d said so herself. She was the benchmark. The original. And then there was me. The contract wife. A fake. The convenient illusion, the girl in the emerald dress playing dress-up in a world where she knew the price of everything and the value of nothing. A temporary stand-in for whatever perfection Serena Vance represented.

"And yet, despite all of that, you've never been seen with a girlfriend. Not once. Not even a rumor of one." Behind her, Axel clapped a hand over his mouth, his shoulders beginning to shake. Nina pointed at Lucas accusingly, her finger jabbing the air between them."And now you suddenly propose marriage to a complete stranger you met yesterday, a woman you barely know, who has nothing to offer you politically or financially." She spread her hands wide, as if presenting irrefutable evidence."Suspicious." Lucas's voice became dangerously calm, each word measured and precise."And your conclusion?" Nina shrugged, the gesture almost apologetic. "You like men."

I'm so fucking hungry for Azriel after all. A smirk lifted his lips. “Should I get your colleagues then? Since you're not interested?” “Colleagues?” I tilted my head because what was that supposed to mean “Concubines.” Wait a second. It hit. “Excuse me?” Did he just call me a concubine? “Since you can't breed anymore, you're my hot concubine, the hottest one I can't seem to fuck—” “If you try bringing any of those women here—”

Or he can decide to legally get married to his mate as Ella and Ivar did with each other. In the eyes of the law, a wife is equal in status to a mate but a concubine isn't. She is four–five notches below a wife and a mate. Which makes me wonder why a beautiful she-wolf like Victoria would choose to be a concubine rather than wait for her own mate.

The air crackled with an irresistible energy, and I knew this would be a night to remember—a night of passion and profound connection. My wife, exhausted from our shared intimacy, succumbed to sleep. I carefully carried her back to the mansion, guided by the moonlight. Her weight was insignificant, and I cherished the sight of her peacefully slumbering in my arms. Our love had been consummated, and I couldn't help but hope that she found as much satisfaction in our union as I did. With a smirk, I reveled in the knowledge that I had given my all to our love.

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

I suddenly felt hungry. "Are you always like this?" I couldn't help but ask him as he sat in front of me. "What?" He stopped from eating and looked at me. "Do you always do this to women who you had a one night stand with?" I curiously arched my brows. The corner of his lips curled up in an amused smile. "Why do you think I was used to having one night stands?" I pursed my lips. "I know your likes, Adam. I have cousins who are like you."

She smiled at his cuteness and couldn't be mad at him anymore for leaving like that. Before Megara could say something, she felt a presence in front of her. The person's scent was almost alluring and she immediately got the idea that the person was one of Evans' concubines. The audacity of still having concubines despite having a mate. "Who are you?" The concubine asked bitterly, her voice deliberately sharpened by her.

After mulling it over, she said, “Then I’ll be the concubine.” “Why?” “Well, the main wife usually scolds the concubine, calling her a seductress who lures the husband to her room every day. If I don’t care about status or titles, I might as well enjoy being a carefree little fox spirit.” The young master laughed. He pinned her shoulders and trapped her beneath him on the bed. “Only two rounds in, and my little vixen is already enjoying the life?” Seraphina’s breath hitched. She bit her tongue secretly—she had totally set herself up…