Why Does Crooked: Outwitting The Back Pain Industry Criticize The Back Pain Industry?

Elise Stanton has one dream: to study medicine. When she earns a coveted spot in medical school, her future seems bright—until her parents present her with an ultimatum. The only way they’ll pay her tuition is if she marries Alejandro Mendoza, the disabled heir to a powerful family. “Marry a stranger for money? Is that the price of my freedom?” Elise protests, her voice trembling with frustration. “Clara gets her luxuries handed to her, but I have to sell my life to pursue my dream?” In her family’s eyes, she is always second-best, a shadow to her younger sister, Clara. Left with no other choice, Elise agrees to her parents’ condition. Then she meets Alejandro Mendoza. Confined to a wheelchair, Alejandro is bitter and guarded, his piercing gaze a wall against the world. But when Elise examines his condition, her sharp medical instincts kick in. “The doctors had a wrong diagnosis,” she insists. “Your condition is reversible.” Alejandro narrows his eyes. “Why are you doing this? What do you want?” Her answer is simple: “I’ll help you recover, and when you can walk again, this marriage ends.”

Poor Danica McKellar had always prided herself to be the best mom to her six year old daughter Valerie and an intentional professional who always got the job done neatly, without meddling in her clients affairs. However, she gets the shock of her life as her four years record of professional therapy services crashes in the bed of her client Ivan Clarkson, the arrogant and crippled billionaire in a one night stand, leaving her pregnant. As she struggles with the aftermath of their encounter, Danica is confronted by the darkness in Ivan's past which threatens to consume them both. Despite being drawn to the world of luxury, danger lurks around her still–with her daughter's life on a very thin line, she must decide whether to flee forever or face the challenges head-on. Can she find a way to heal Ivan's broken heart, or will the weight of their past but not forgotten secret tear them apart?

Five years ago, Seraphina's world shattered when her fated mate the ruthless Alpha King, Killian Blackthorne publicly rejected her before the entire pack. Humiliated and exiled to the deadly Rogue Lands, she was left to die. But Seraphina survived. Alone, pregnant, and heartbroken, she built a new life as a skilled healer, determined never to depend on the man who destroyed her. Now, her greatest treasure is slipping away. Her four-year-old son, Leo, is dying from a rare magical disease, and the only cure is the blood of his biological father. Desperate to save her child, Seraphina returns to the last place she ever wanted to see again—the Alpha King's palace. Disguising her scent and concealing her identity beneath a healer's cloak, she enters enemy territory with one goal: save her son and leave before anyone discovers the truth. But the moment she crosses into Killian's territory, the shattered remnants of their fated bond ignite once more. Haunted by the woman he rejected and unable to resist the mysterious healer who stirs memories he thought were buried, Killian becomes obsessed with uncovering her identity. As old wounds reopen and dangerous secrets threaten to surface, Seraphina finds herself trapped in a deadly game of deception. Because if Killian discovers that the fierce little boy hidden within his palace walls is his son, he won't just demand the truth. He'll claim them both. And this time, the Alpha King won't let them go.

On our third wedding anniversary, Kent gave me a gift. A black metal wristband. Cold. Sleek. He called it a new product from his company—a pain-sharing system. The other user was Violet. His "girl bro." The person he was closer to than his own sister. Kent brushed a hand over my cheek, his gaze soft. "Clara, you're too coddled. You should learn from Violet. She's tough." Then he snapped the wristband onto my wrist. So while Violet got a full-back tattoo and an entire sleeve, I felt every single needle. When Violet went wingsuit flying, I collapsed at home. Every bone in my body felt shattered. I threw up blood. While she soaked up attention online as the "extreme sports queen," I was drowning in nonstop pain. Kent sat beside me, holding my hand as he cared. "Just hang in there. Violet's just being herself. As my wife, you should be more understanding." To finally push me over the edge, Violet decided to livestream herself jumping into the ocean to make me die in her place. Their friends couldn't wait to watch. Later, I watched calmly from a hospital room as the system slowly drained the life out of her. Kent looked deranged as he demanded to know why I wasn't dead. Because I had already reversed the system. All her vitality had become the nourishment that sustained me.

My mom ran a clinic her whole life, charging just five dollars for cold medicine. After I took over the clinic, I followed her teachings closely, doing my best to care for the folks in our community. However, after I charged an influencer 30 dollars for medication, I got blasted online as a scam clinic that was out to rob people blind. The entire town showed up at my door, young and old alike, demanding I return the 'overcharged' fees. I gave them exactly what they wanted and refunded every penny before shutting down the clinic for good. "There you go, just like you wanted. The clinic's closed. From now on, if you've got health concerns, feel free to drive 30 miles to the county hospital for consultation. I wish you all good health." The very next day, they were back at my door again. Only this time, they were begging me to reopen.

My adoptive parents' long-lost daughter came back. She's a wellness influencer. She eats from crystal bowls she "cleansed." Sleeps with a white noise machine. She will only ride in a custom, climate-controlled car. That's not all. She filled our family's Manhattan law firm with Himalayan salt lamps and energy crystals. The espresso in the conference room? Replaced with gluten-free, organic dandelion root tea. "The energy here is so murky," she'd say. "We need to cleanse the world with love and light!" My guilt-ridden parents gave her everything she wanted. Even my fiancé told me, "Ava, you stole twenty years of her Upper East Side life. Can't you cut her some slack?" The day of the final hearing for our firm's biggest case, the entire court had to wait for her to finish her "emotional cleansing meditation." The judge was furious. I stood up. Delivered a flawless closing argument. I won our client $500 million and secured the future of the firm. But at the party, she had a drunken breakdown, fell into the pool, and drowned. My parents and my fiancé blamed me for everything. "You always have to win, don't you? It was a simple, open-and-shut case. You couldn't even let her have that?" They had me committed to a psychiatric hospital. They destroyed my law license and my reputation. They even had me injected with a fatal overdose of sedatives. I died full of hate. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back. Back to the day she was crying on her Instagram Live, begging for the case. This time, I walked straight into our rival's law firm. This "sure-win" case? I'm going to make you lose everything.