Novel & Cerita Farewell My Concubine Novel

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

The way her gaze lingered with unspoken questions, the way her presence stirred something deep inside me that was both comforting and terrifying. I ran my hand along the cold banister as I climbed to my study, the familiar scent of ink and parchment greeting me. Maps of the old lands and records of my family’s legacy cluttered the table. My curse loomed over everything like a shadow I couldn’t escape. I remembered my aunt’s words from nights before, the prophecy that bound me: You will be freed only when you marry the one fate chose for you.

“And that’s exactly why you’re perfect for him. He needs someone easy to mold, and that’s you. You’re a pawn, not a player. A concubine who can offer him power.” The word “concubine” slammed into me like a punch to the chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. It echoed in my head, stinging and relentless. My heart thudded so loudly it drowned out the faint creak of the wind outside the window. My mouth fell open, a protest half-formed, but the weight of his gaze made the words stumble and tangle on my tongue. I wanted to shout, to deny everything he was saying, but the raw certainty in his eyes stilled my voice, suffocating me with doubt.

The rain poured down on me as I wandered aimlessly through the streets, feeling hollow and broken. Each drop of rain stung against my skin, but none of it compared to the ache in my heart. I had never imagined Harvey would fall for another woman. Worse, he had even planned to swap brides on our wedding day. His expectation that I should share him with someone else stung even more. Even though I was his fiancée, if he married Carrie first and only came back for me afterward, the world would see me as nothing more than a mistress.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

Yves tried to say something, but I refused to entertain him. "Think about the divorce. Take your time." "I won't sign the papers!" he said adamantly. I knew he refused to get a divorce because he was still dealing with Evernew Group's boss, Mr. Philip Queenston. Philip was an old-school man who despised cheaters, especially married cheaters. I hopped off my plane and went straight to Grandwater Hotel. When I saw the man I wanted inside the lobby, I approached him. "Mr. Queenston?"

She began counting on her fingers. "Extreme wealth." One finger. "Zero dating history." Another finger. "And a sudden marriage proposal to the first woman who saved your child." She leaned back against the pillows, satisfied with her deduction. "Classic overcompensation."

“So what is this exactly? You think if you get rid of her, he’ll suddenly want one of us again?” “No, I think if she’s gone,” I said slowly, “then there’ll be an empty space in his heart and I’ve never needed an invitation to fill a space before.” *** The next day, I made my way through the concubines wing where we all had bedchambers. Most of the concubines who chose to leave were already packing, they seemed excited and some seemed relieved. Kina stood in the corridor, she had two omegas who cleaned and arranged her trunks.

My fingers trembled on the edge of reality as a thousand memories surged into my mind…hospital, betrayal, blood, the staircase, his hands, my death. I was back. Two years before. Back to the very day I said yes. He waited with his eyes bright with anticipation, the same eyes that once watched me fall. I swallowed the bile in my throat. My heart hammered in my chest but not from love, but from clarity. This wasn’t fate. This was my rebirth. And I would rewrite the ending. "Yes." I said as I smiled. His face lit up as he leaned in to kiss me. I let him but behind my lashes, I didn’t see my future husband…I saw a man already dead.

Corny and certainly not easy to read. There used to be a time when Catherine was my favorite Concubine, she was a crazy wolf once in bed, the queen of seduction. I loved that fact about her, how she made me jerk off just by watching her rub on her cunt. I could feel every blood in my vein bubble as she walked into the hall. I shut my eyes close, trying to brush her though off from my kind, I was done with her and she clearly only was some leach to me. I saw her gaze, she knew what she was doing to me, but then I smirked looking away towards Nyla.