Novel & Cerita Contract Concubine

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.

“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.

“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.”

And the fire had just walked back into the room to reclaim what was hers. “Contract?” “What do you mean by contract?” “What are you talking about?” Amanda smirked. “Oh, didn't you know? Rhys and this woman were married under a contract. She begged him to save her company and in return, offered to be his wife for three years. Don't tell me…” she gasped, her eyes wide, “Rhys, you kept it from your friends too?”

"So what if I've been with Petra? Wipe that look off your face." "So what?!" Valerie repeated, her voice hitting a piercing, manic pitch. Tears finally spilled over, hot and fast, blinding her. "You cheated on me! You broke our vows!" Damian let out a short, mocking scoff. "Don't forget yourself, Valerie. Our marriage has always been based on a contract. Nothing more. You knew the terms when you signed it. Don't act like this was some epic love story." The words sliced through whatever sanity she had left. Her lips quivered, but she forced a small, broken smile. "Of course. How could I forget? Everything with you is just a transaction. A convenient agreement."

Wasn't it just yesterday he had hugged me and promised me that this was the last time. "I did it all with his express knowledge," I argued, "I did it for you." "What evidence do you have?" She rolled her eyes, "Sign the papers and stop being so pathetic. I'm sure any of those men you so eagerly jumped into their beds would be willing to make you their mistress."

Lingered on my chest. "No. You will retain no formal position within my court. You will be seen as my concubine. Whether you want the rest of the tasks that come with the title, remains up to you. In return, I will grant you all the money your heart desires. I will lavish you with gifts and property. Your ward may live with us here in the palace and gain the best education money can buy. As for your mate, that is my only condition. To play the part of a concubine, you will have no ties with him. I will help you in pursuit of your son but besides the two children, your devotion will be only to me. Do you accept my offer?"

I subconsciously yelled with wide eyes. "Yes, babies..." He emphasized the babies as he whispered seductively. His dark and domineering aura was now replaced by a slightly calm one. So that was what they meant by pubs? I thought they were talking about something else. Now I understand why he wanted a concubine in the absence of a mate. It was to give him heirs. My hands subconsciously rolled into a ball as I thought of this, and now more than ever, my urge to escape intensified.