The Concubine Ending Explanation Novels & Stories

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.

As soon as Evans and Aurora reached a secluded corner, they halted their strides and found themselves in a hushed conversation. Evans appeared restless, his fingers fidgeting nervously as Aurora noticed his unease. Concerned, she gently urged him to share what was troubling him. With a deep sigh, Evans gathered his thoughts and decided to reveal the truth. "I... I saw the Concubine," he began, his voice trembling, "having... having an intimate moment with another man last night." He paused, his words hanging in the air, leaving Aurora anxious for more details.

I glared at him, "and you think I am that kind of desperate to open my thighs wide in front of you?! I am not that kind of woman, Aster! No matter what kind of person you are, you have no right to force a woman to give herself to a man she is not married to!" "Being a concubine is the highest honor you can have in this Empire, Eodelle," He gritted his teeth at me, snarls forming, ripping on his throat as he growled in front of me, "You are not a princess anymore and you are at the right age to bear a child! That's the best you can do to make yourself safe from all these people who want you dead!"

Emilio's parents smiled approvingly from the sides, causing the gleam of satisfaction in her eyes to become even more pronounced. Just as they were about to exchange their rings, Emilio suddenly leaned in and whispered, "You actually think you can marry me, huh? You can just keep dreaming, then!" Amber was stunned into silence. In the meantime, at Emilio's cue, the giant screen abruptly shifted from the joyous pictures to a recording of a dark basement. There were several men, beaten and frantic, crying out their confession. "I'll tell you everything! It was Ms. Granger herself who paid us to abduct her, using the whole thing as a test of your devotion!"

Veya POV The head guard stood a few steps away, his face carved from stone, his hawk eyes instantly assessing guilt. The three concubines bowed their heads with syrupy smiles, all grace, and deceit. “We were merely offering these two girls some wise advice,” the red-dressed concubine crooned, her smile soft and sweet like a spring blossom. “Exactly,” the blue-dressed one added with a prim nod. “Servants must learn proper etiquette.” Irine and I exchanged a look.

"You want to make it look like an affair?" "I want to make him wonder if it could be one, the truth of the matter is irrelevant. Suspicion alone is enough to poison a marriage this fragile, especially one built on a contract rather than genuine devotion." I rose from my seat and crossed over to the window. Looking out over the manicured garden below. Already picturing exactly how the pieces might fall into place. "We simply need a photograph. Zahara with a man, somewhere private enough to look intimate, timed to reach Armando at a moment when his trust in her is already fraying at the edges."

I winced as if slapped by my mother's vicious words, for a moment grateful she wasn't aware that my mate had rejected me. “Look Ella, I have done everything I could to make sure you've had the best life, although you continue to disappoint me. I wish to remind you of our last discussion. This will be the last chance you have. If you cannot get Christoff to acknowledge or better yet choose a worthy man. Then be prepared to become a concubine. Is that understood” I bowed my head in disgrace, unwilling to let her see my tear-filled eyes, my clenched fist tightened as nail dug into my skin, “Yes Mother.”

Is that the meaning of the so-called love he has for me? I took a step forward slowly, then another and another. The woman finally saw me; her sorrow-stricken eyes widened, and she took a step backward, giving George the chance to see me. I snorted inwardly; the woman was not even as pretty as Helen; she was worse, and yet he decided to settle with her. He promised me he wouldn't have a mistress or a concubine, but look at what he has done! He impregnated her, so does that not make her his concubine?

Tears gathered in the eyes of the concubine at the verge of falling; pulling away could cost her her bottom lip. She remained still and watched as Jazell bit down on the bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, just enough to make the concubine cry out, her hands flying to Jazell's wrists in a desperate attempt to pull away. “You’re useless,” she growled, bringing her mouth to the concubine's ears, her voice dripping with dismay. She sneered, then shoved the concubine away violently. “Get lost.” She cooed before looking away from the concubine, her fingers finding the smoking pipe where she had left it.

I remained there for a while to avoid any suspicious belief, my phone beeped with a message from mike. My heart dropped instantly as my eyes roamed around the long two paragraphed text it had sent. My eyes landed on the last sentence “I am not willing to let go of you for some stupid rules, even if you go ahead with the wedding. I would willingly be your concubine”