Born As The Daughter Of A Lowly Concubine Spoiler Novels & Stories

Though I know it is too late for me, I desperately want to get even. "Given that her father had committed numerous crimes throughout the empire, the traitor Duke Lucias Rominus—who had since been killed—had offended the Lafera family by giving birth to his daughter under a false name while under the care of Duke and Duchess Lafera. Then, the emperor signed the decree to execute Solstice Rominus, the only child of the traitor Lady and former crown princess of the Roman Empire."

A surrogacy would've done the trick. [Who said she's barren? You all might not know but the wife of Pierce Verlice is Queenie Knight and just last year she and a set of triplets!] The man was still struggling with the fact his ex was the daughter of a rich man. What was even more fascinating was the fact she was the only daughter and as such should have a lot of properties, right? They divorced last year wasn't she supposed to give him fifty percent of her properties? The man's eyes shone with greed as soon as he thought of that.

Mckenny was not very versed at seeing this side of his daughter. Chimere has never been the type to lose hope or half self-doubt so easily but he understood. She was not like before, now she had what others would call a fault but to him, no one was better than his daughter. “I know what they say but you will always be the best. Chimere Golden, you are a child of power and affluence. you came at a time everyone wanted your mother and death and I had to take a vow to get to your mother on the night you were conceived. all the odds were against us but we still got you.

I had a thousand questions lingering in my confused head without a response. Majestically leaning towards me, my father placed his hand on my shoulder and whispered to me. “Son, I'm sorry to disappoint you. The truth is, Lila is one of my concubines. She's also one of the slaves. She doesn't have a wolf. She's pathetic and useless. There's no way she can be your wolf,” "She what?” I cried. My hope was dashed. I felt something departing from my body. I couldn't tell what it was.

“The painter was the daughter of a general. She loved to paint more than anything. Her work was so lifelike that even the king wanted to buy her paintings. Mind you, the general and the king were old friends.” “One day, she went to the palace to deliver a painting the king had requested,” the woman continued, turning the meat over the fire. “And that’s when she saw something she wasn’t meant to see… the youngest prince kneeling before the older ones.” Zayla frowned, already invested in the story. “Why was he kneeling? He’s a prince too.” The woman’s eyes darkened slightly, but she answered softly. “Because he was the son of a concubine. His mother… she died giving birth to him.”

The air was thick with tension as everyone's eyes darted from Connie to Sophie, who was throwing up at a corner. Connie scoffed, standing up as if trying to look superior to Agatha, "You must think that we are as stupid as you are or perhaps Desperate, huh? Attempting to marry off your pregnant, worthless daughter to my son. What's wrong? Is the almighty Agatha Rowling scared of the idea? It's not as if it would be a new scandal to your family. You already have one illegitimate in your family, or perhaps you think my son can't do better because he is crippled?" Connie snapped, her anger riling upp

My father was certain that the mother and daughter my husband brought back from Southern River were the daughter and granddaughter of an impeached official. As such, he locked them up. Afton Springfield, my husband, begged for my father’s mercy for seven days and nights outside the palace. This caused my father to fly into a rage. He wanted to get us divorced and execute Afton. To appease my father, I had begged him to release the mother and daughter as well in the previous timeline, even though I was heavily pregnant. Feeling resigned, my father sent the mother—Melinda—and daughter to the army as soldier servants. He also spared Afton and ordered him to treat me well so that he would

“You’re dismissing all of it? She might be your favorite, Marcel, but it does not mean that this is to be ignored.” “She is my mate, Vladimir, and not simply a consort who is my favorite. But it is not why I ma choosing to throw this away.” I said, making him frown. “Then? What is?” “I’m recognizing it, understanding it too.” I said. “She grew up in a harem. She was born of a consort. The only child for a period of time. She was cast out when she became inconvenient. Her mother was killed. Her father put a bounty on her head.” My jaw tightened. “You think she killed a consort for power? Or started a rebellion because she wanted chaos? That is, of course, saying that she did any of that and w

maybe working in a café, laughing with friends, falling in love with someone who didn’t see her as a bargaining chip or a womb to be used. But that wasn’t my fate. My fate was this. Born into the Dagon family, where daughters were currency and sons were kings. Trained from childhood to smile through pain, to lower my eyes, to say “yes” even when every part of me screamed “no.” They’d prepared me for one thing only.. to be traded. To be married. To be useful. And now here I was, pregnant with a child that wasn’t even mine to keep. The pup’s energy stirred again softly, and restless, like it could feel the weight of my thoughts. I rubbed my belly gently, whispering to it under my breath.

When news spread that I was the Lowe family’s long-lost heiress, I was turned into a joke. Many came out of curiosity to see me, but when they found a skinny, sun-darkened country girl, the ridicule was inevitable. Worse yet, Leila fanned the flames. She not only arranged for people to bully me but even sent a handsome boy to pretend to court me.