The Concubine Ending Explanation Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice barely there. “My niece,” she continued smoothly, “will take his place. As is only proper for a fated bond.” Something inside me… died. “If Eli wishes,” she added with a mocking tilt of her head, “he may remain as a concubine because he can't be a breeder. Or… he is free to walk away.” The world tilted... became a concubine or walked away. So this was it. Not just sharing him or losing him, but being reduced to begging for scraps of what used to be mine.

Fear of death made her heart shiver. "I am all you have." His hot breath fanned over her frozen-cold face. "Sell your soul to me, Laylin." She looked back in disbelief at the devilishly handsome face through her tears. "Abdicate your title, leave your name, and be my concubine, I'll dissolve all charges against you." Whispering, he ran his finger smoothly on her plump lips. 'Concubine? A concubine when she was set to be his legal wife? He wanted her to live like a mistress! Was it so he could make her his wife...?'

"I did." I stopped before her, then without thinking twice, slapped her. I slapped her twice on each cheek. "I've been nothing but kind to you," I hissed angrily. "Even when you were being judgmental, I still gave you the benefit of doubt. Still treated you with kindness. Yet, you planned to get rid of me and SLEEP WITH MY HUSBAND? Become his concubine? You were so desperate to get me off the throne that you were WILLING to poison me, tarnish my name, and make sure I was discarded like some trash. All so YOU COULD BE IN BED WITH MY MAN? As a damn CONCUBINE?" I felt Chase behind me. But he said nothing. And knowing that I had him right there was all the comfort I needed right there. Because f

Another silence. Another fate sealed. Concubine. Concubine. Concubine. To the court, it was humiliation. To the king, it was a solution. Marriage meant eternal alliances, fragile promises, emotions that could be turned into weapons. Concubines, on the other hand, served their purpose without demanding anything in return. They were temporary. Replaceable. Safe. That was how he kept love at a distance. That was how he survived. When the last girl was dismissed, a heavy silence settled over the hall. The nobles waited, tense, clinging to the futile hope of a miracle.

Darryl’s face was full of guilt before seriously said, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely catch Donoghue and personally take action to avenge Godfather by then.” Hmm! Susan responded. And walked out of the main hall under the protection of a few palace maids. “Your Highness!” A eunuch walked over after she left and respectfully said to Darryl, “Donoghue has escaped, but he has left 108 concubines behind. How do you want to deal with them?” ‘108 of them?’ Darryl was stunned upon hearing that. ‘That bastard Donoghue only knew how to enjoy when he became the Emperor. How dare he have so many concubines?’

I feel pity for him. Karl walked closer and whispered something in my ears. I knew what he's going to tell me. "He was Ariana's husband" that's what he murmured and I nod my head. King Darius went inside to our room. I had no choice but to share a bed with him because I am one of his concubines. Argus was left behind in the palace. Good for him because he might eradicate our plan. "Anika, can you come closer?" He asked me.

The woman’s eyes are wild, her hair tattered, her clothes in pieces, her face red and blotchy, smeared with dirt at places that made contact with the ground. Kiara turns to the Emperor. “How stupid do you think I am? You bring in a bunch of paid actors to convince me to accept your proposal. Well, next time, you should have them say something other than the same words I said to you, in a bid to mock me. Take them away. I will not fall for your tricks.” The woman at the bars looks from Kiara to the Emperor not understanding the scenario before her. “I am afraid you failed to convince her.” He turns to the soldiers standing guard. “Run him through.”

Finally, he pressed the phone against his chest as if he could steal back a fraction of her lingering warmth. He knew, with absolute certainty, that he had lost his red rose forever. The most dazzling rose that had once bloomed wildly in his life was shattered by his own hands. But perhaps… this was his ultimate fate. Vincent would spend the rest of his days drowning in solitude and longing, paying penance for a sin that could never, ever be washed clean.

" The last part was a threat, I could hear it as she hissed like I was the cause of her problems. I didn't know anything about the royals, but I think this was going too far. What kind of person makes a contract for his grandson's marriage and decides when, and how the marriage should end? What fucked up family did I trap me into? "No disrespect, my queen. But Bryce seems happy with his mate. I saw him in the halls with her. Do they know about this? I can't come between a couple because they have been delayed the joy of having a pup. The goddess is the only one who can grant children, not me nor you." At those words, I got myself a big slap that made my ear ring. For a moment I couldn't unde

Out of them all, I’m the only one who survived. I can see by the way you’re looking at me that you think my math is off. That there were 235 people in that club, not 234. That there were two survivors, not just one. Me and one other who may have escaped before the inferno consumed the building. The suspected arsonist, Camilla Bierce. I stand by my statement: 234 people. Not 235. Adding an extra person to that number would imply Camilla’s a human being. Believe me, Mr. Hargrove, she was something much, much worse. She showed us her true nature after our show began. After the time came for everyone at our grand masquerade to take off their masks.