Contract Concubine Novels & Stories

Is that the meaning of the so-called love he has for me? I took a step forward slowly, then another and another. The woman finally saw me; her sorrow-stricken eyes widened, and she took a step backward, giving George the chance to see me. I snorted inwardly; the woman was not even as pretty as Helen; she was worse, and yet he decided to settle with her. He promised me he wouldn't have a mistress or a concubine, but look at what he has done! He impregnated her, so does that not make her his concubine?

The words were careful, almost too careful. Any child born during the term of this marriage, without written consent from both parties made before conception. Shall have no legal claim standing, or right to any asset, property, or inheritance belonging to either party. I read it twice. Something did not sit right in my chest. I remembered saying no children was one of my three rules the night I laid them out for Zahara. I did not remember asking for language this exact. This careful. Built to close off every possible way around it. I thought back to the day Marcus first presented the finished contract to me, spread neatly across my desk.

“But I doubt that this will lead to sex.” Queen Miranda mood changed immediately, “you intentionally aroused me to cloud nine then dare to tell me that you do not think, think what exactly?” “I'm sorry, baby.” The demon uttered. “Sorry, won't solve this mystery.” “You haven't responded to my proposal yet and moreover you are somebody wife, a queen.” “In as much that, Kings have the right to keep concubines and consort aside their legal wife. I also think that, I'm also eligible for the task.”

No and no. "Good." She looked relieved. "So, if there was a way to provide a better lifestyle for your family, would you take it?" She let the words sink in before adding. "Namely, marrying me." Of course! That was not even supposed to be a question! But he made it a little dramatic. "Ma'am, I do not sell my body." She chuckled. "I'm not asking you to do that. It's a contract marriage. Meaning you will be my husband in name. I will give you a lump sum before the wedding and another after our divorce. What do you say?"

However, that concept was very different from the objective of being a successful lady in the inner court. In other words, being a good wife wasn’t enough for you to be a successful concubine. The key difference that I had not failed to miss between these two concepts is the exclusivity of our relationship. In the village where I come from, a man only has one wife and infidelity is strictly frowned upon by the society. However, in this palace, a man has multiple ladies. “Auntie, how many ladies are in this inner court?” I asked. This has been something that I had been curious about for a while now.

Lucas’s POV “Fuck!” “I just said that out loud without even thinking,” I thought to myself as I stared back at her. I slowly hated how it formed a nut in my chest, sending various chills down my spine from looking straight into her eyes. “Our contract doesn't apply to us prying into the other's life!” Her voice rang in my head cutting through the thoughts in my head. “So long you're under my roof, you're mine to keep!” I grimaced. This time, I leaned closer than usual, with my hands wrapped around hers as I had it pinned slowly to the bed.

"No.. No it's fine." She recollected herself. Although he had said he'd settle her, money had not been the primary reason for accepting. She wasn't also expecting the sum to be this much. He was remitting 100 million dollars as if it was nothing, offering even double. Are all billionaires this extravagant? She wondered. She decided to go through the rest of the details. It was indeed a detailed one. A part of the contract states that, she is free to walk away from the marriage whenever she wants, if he breaks any of his vows to her. She signed the contract and returned it. He smiled. "You have a curious history. How long have you been a wedding planner?"

His hand went to my hair pushing my hair from my face. "Tell me you’re mine," he told me as we gazed into each other's eyes. "Tell me!" he ordered me. I didn't answer him, for I knew I belonged to his brother no matter how beautiful the moments we shared were. I was Alpha Maximus' concubine, not his. Marcel sat up and took me in his arms, my feet went around his waist, and I sat on his legs feeling his manhood no longer erect between my wet thighs. His arms went around my waist and his eyes stared hard into mine.

"God, I just feel like killing, not doing something so menial." "Well, the silver lining is, the agency that's after us won't be able to find us." Mason made known. "And also, that new recruit of hers, Carmen, or what's her name...I don't think I like her being one of us." Someone confessed. Marco nodded. "I don't too. It makes me wonder exactly how boss, and her met." "She's boss's fling. Um, how should I put it...concubine? She's something to the boss." Mason informed.

"I think you'll be perfect for the job" Elma's mind was racing. "But what about your girlfriend? Why can't you marry her for this contract?" Gael's smile faded slightly. "I need someone who is reliable and trustworthy, and I know you are those things. I promise, this will be a strictly professional arrangement. You will be well compensated for your time and there will be no strings attached." Elma couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never even considered the possibility of a marriage contract before. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this. I can't sign this contract.