Farewell My Concubine Novel 소설 & 이야기

The Head Maid, Theia greeted, and the other woman followed suit, As I took my seat, a little distance from the head maid, she spoke, “We were just talking about concubines since you have disclosed your wish not to indulge in childbirth.” Conc… what? Concubines?

My response swallowed every bitter thought and word. “You are meant to come out in an hour. There’s a party… the welcoming rites,” the maid slurred out again, tossing me deeper into confusion. “What rites?” I asked, getting rather impatient. “The welcoming rites are meant for new wives or concubines. The lady of the house is meant to prepare for it. Lord Giovanni has taken a concubine. She arrives in an hour — and it’s your duty to welcome her in,” the maid explained. The words hit me faster than a freight train. I stood, blinked once. Then twice. My attention roamed toward the terrified lady before me — her lips quivering.

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

Elena stared at the dress on the bed and felt something inside her go very still. Not fear this time. Something colder. The white lace had been spread neatly over Clara’s sheets, the sleeves laid out like arms waiting to be filled. Across the bodice, the red lipstick message looked wet beneath the lamplight. LET THE NEW WIFE WEAR IT. For a few seconds, nobody spoke. The house seemed to listen with them.

I’m not doing it willingly. [Why aren’t you replying? It’s our marking ceremony tomorrow. It’ll be held in church. All the werewolves in the pack will attend it. Don’t be late.] On the day of Monica’s funeral, Sophia picked me up as promised. Bodyguards then escorted me as I left the pack I had lived in for more than twenty years. Meanwhile, Randy kept sending me messages. [Where are you, Emma? I’m already at the church entrance.] [Why does it look like a funeral?! This is my marking ceremony, the wedding my mother has been looking forward to!]

Then he drew closer to me, unbuttoning his shirt in the process, my eyes was glued to the movement of his hands and I was moving back bit by bit as he was advancing forward, until my legs touched the bed, and I sat on it, eyes still glued in his body, he removed his shirt fully and leaned on to me. “Were you jealous of Willow?” He asked all of a sudden. I blinked up at him, taken aback by that question. “You're bringing your concubine into this?” I asked him, furious at him all over again. “What do you mean by concubine?” He asked. “Did you or did you not fuck her?” I asked him. He drew back a bit, his hands roamed over his face and he looked me dead in the eyes. “We satisfied each other sex

Zachary glared at me with reddened eyes. He clenched his fists even tighter when he saw the lipstick mark on the man's collar. He scolded me furiously, "My funeral was just yesterday! It's only been a day, and you couldn't wait to find a new lover, huh? Do you know how much effort it took for me to escape from those kidnappers? The moment I gained my freedom, I came back to you. Little did I know you'd have such a surprise in store for me!"

replied the white-haired man with a smile of anticipation, gazing at the shell that had turned blood-red before him. “Alright! In that case, we’ll take our leave first,” the two immediately departed after receiving the white-haired man’s orders. After his two subordinates left, the white-haired man’s smile grew even more pleased; this time, even though he had failed on his journey, he had gained a major advantage—his fifth concubine, who had received a direct blessing from their god and become a saint in their faith.

My hands were turned into fists before I breathed out heavily. “You are right. As the concubine, I don’t have the right to forbid him from pleasuring his other woman. I want to walk alone outside because it might help me to think straight.” I hoped he wouldn’t notice what I was trying to pull. Gunner stared at me, checking if I was telling him the truth before he nodded his head.

The only thing that saved me from her wrath was my quick marriage to James. The moment she saw his last name, golden dollar signs reflected in her hazel eyes. I shake the thoughts from my head, forcing my way into their bedroom. The canopy bed sits against the far wall, adorned with sheer curtains that skillfully wrap around each of the posts. Walking slowly, my heart pounds with every step. I know they’re already on the private jet on their way to Italy to rejoin a few of their rich friends on a yacht in the Ionian Sea. So why do I feel the nagging feeling of being watched?