Concubine's Bride Nurbanu

Two women sharpened by their lust for power, two men captive in love, lives lived on the brink of death. A road from the hell of Harem to heaven. A contrary woman who created her own epic and added destiny to the Ottoman Empire. Love, intrigue, trap, betrayal...

It was the beautiful Cecilia Baffo...

Since Venice was Venice, he had never seen anything more beautiful than it. They called her the Golden Girl. Serenades were made for him, love poems were about him. "The sun rises and sets in Cecilia's eyes, not in the east. The stars shine in her eyes," the songs said. However, the wind of fate would blow hard and Cecilia would be kidnapped and thrown into Sultan Suleiman's harem. The queen of dreams was now a slave. The path of the concubine Cecilia, who brought the harem into chaos, crossed with Sultan Süleyman's only daughter, Mihrimah, who competed with her in beauty. "Let your name be Nurbanu from now on!" said Mihrimah. "The Queen Who Scatters the Light of God..." Nurbanu would create a storm of power in the soul of Hürrem's son, Prince Selim, whom she fascinated with her beauty and intelligence. However, Sultan Suleiman's wife Hürrem had built her power game on her younger son Beyazit, not on Selim. And thus began a relentless struggle between mother-in-law Hürrem and daughter-in-law Nurbanu...

"I am Cecilia Baffo, the mother of Sultan Murad Khan. My story should be legendary!" said. What he said happened.

I don't care what history says about me. History tells the story of whoever holds the pen. Those whom he declares a hero today will be cursed tomorrow. Tomorrow, you will see that the person you branded as a traitor will be applauded. I don't care what the Ottomans decide about me. What Venice said and what it will say. I walked on the path drawn by my fortune. Did I have another choice and didn't do it? Did I have another way and didn't I take it? If fate is the wind, the dry leaves it throws in front of you when you say human. When it blows, it blows the man this way and that. I came here in vain, is it my fault if I did this? You are welcome to write whatever history you want. Let the Ottomans say whatever they know. Let Venice blame me for not being able to walk around without a mask. All of them are better than the oiled rope, sword and ax of the executioner. Those who live know the truth. I lived. I gave birth to Nurbanu from Venetian Cecilia Baffo. I created a queen from a concubine. A drunk king...

Everyone should know this. I am Nurbanu Valide Sultan, who gave two sultans to the Ottoman Empire.


Thin Cover:

Number of Pages: 824

Year of Printing: 2014


Pocket Size:

Number of Pages: 790

Year of Printing: 2014


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Artemis Publications

Number of Pages: 824

First Print Year: 2011

Language Turkish