Born As The Daughter Of A Lowly Concubine Spoiler の小説・ストーリー

Cilicia’s Pov I was born in a brothel. My mum was a whore, with no sense of shame. Dad…got mixed with merchants. Not that he was one himself, more like a servant who got himself a favour for a night. My mum happened to spread her legs apart, at her most fertile moment. Herbal concoctions got wrong, and I showed up. Ruining her customers. Was told she’d curse every day, and fight for her rights. She got none though.

"None of us knows the actual truth. Jacobs and Lucian were the only ones in the country when she died. We were all sent abroad to school." "If you ask me, I will say she's quite pitiful." Salto said after a moment of silence. Like he expected, she moved his head away and scoffed. "You also think she's pitiful? What about me? My mother gave me up the moment I was born and I landed myself in the orphanage. Even though the Knights adopted me, the truth remains that I am not their biological daughter. Even though it has been a long time, people haven't forgotten.

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.