Contract Concubine Novels & Stories

"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.

With his hands outstretched, he was giving me the keys to the bike. "Oh, yes please," I said as I collected the keys from his grasp. I knew I had to do something to clear my head, it seemed like I had totally lost it lately, because what else could explain the recent thoughts I have been having? Why should I be bothered that a lady is upset with me? Let alone my contract wife. That is what Scarlett is to me, “A contract wife”, I had to say it out loud for me to convince myself and believe it. ***************

“I have an offer for you. Tell me who hired you and the price he promised. I’ll give you triple whatever he’s offering.” He smirked, his expression unreadable. “I’m sorry, but you can’t give me what I want.” He replied, and I chuckled, matching his mischievous grin. “You sure about that? Money? I’ve got plenty. Connections? I have those too. And power? You know well enough that I’m number one on the list of Las Vegas’ most powerful bachelors. As far as I’m concerned, there’s a limit to what your employer can do for you—but his limits are like infinity compared to mine.” I leaned forward, my gaze piercing.

Calantha asked, her voice shaky, like she wanted to break down into tears. "Tradition let's me take as many wives and concubines as I want, I do not owe you any explanations, she's carrying my unborn child so she's my concubine," every one gasped at the words Thane just said. Even I was surprised, that position was never given to a woman of my kind, a woman with no class. "What!!" Calantha exclaimed unable to believe the words she just heard. "You're really choosing her over me." I stood there behind Thane, my legs were shaking, I was trying to hold on to my consciousness.

“I work under an agency. I’m just doing my job.” Her tone was cold, detached. She knew he’d have questions. And she was ready to answer them because she knew how these contract marriages worked all too well. George scoffed. “And this is what your company does? Marries people off without their consent?” “She didn’t ask for much. Just presence. Discretion. Patience.” He let out a bitter laugh. “She asked you to live in my house and pretend to be my wife.” “She asked me to protect the image of your marriage. And to give you the privilege to explore.”

Hey Mom, don’t worry, I’ve sold myself to a billionaire for a year to pay off your hospital bills. No. That wasn’t something a daughter confessed. The words of the contract replayed in her head, every sentence etched like fire. One year. Absolute discretion. No dating, no intimacy with anyone else. Available at his call. Mistress. Her throat burned. She had signed her name on those papers, but each time she thought about it, guilt gnawed at her like sharp teeth. The sound of the penthouse door unlocking jolted her. Aria shot up, her pulse leaping.

My expression doesn’t change, but both my friends are still going. “Concubine.” The word comes out perfectly calm, perfectly controlled. “It’s an archaic practice,” Seth says quickly. “Only the royal family is permitted to take concubines, and no king has done so for generations. But technically, the law allowing them still exists.” “The Council might see it as a reasonable solution,” Leon adds. “Zari gets the crown, her father gets his alliance, and you get to keep your... personal interest... close by.” I study Leon’s face with clinical detachment, noting the way he avoids my eyes when he says “personal interest.” The way his hands fidget slightly. He knows exactly how insulting those word

“The contract was clear. This is a strategic partnership designed for stability. She provides the domestic image I need to satisfy the board, and in exchange, her family’s debt is erased. It is a clean, professional arrangement.” “Does the contract include a clause about her being a punching bag for your cousin?” Adrian asked. He walked toward my desk, tapping his knuckles against the polished mahogany. “Because from where I was sitting, it looked less like a partnership and more like a slow-motion execution. Even I felt uncomfortable, and I’m the one who usually thinks Selene is funny.”

"Fix your gaze elsewhere, Asa." "What? Is she the one keeping your bed warm?" Before Connor could growl, I stepped forward. "I keep his bed warm, and I protect his back. For a lifetime." "A concubine?" Connor cut through the nonsense, his voice a thunderclap of ownership. "My Wife!" "So take that lecherous look off your face." Asa froze, his eyes darting between us. "Wife? Did you mate for a political alliance? Don't tell me you're ready to duel me over a woman?"