Bleach On Hands Burning

I was the hospital's top surgeon. After three successful surgeries, Medical Affairs decided to reprimand me in front of the whole hospital and canceled my bonus for the month. I argued with the head of Medical Affairs. "I've been working for this place for ten years, and I've always been the first to do everything! I went through five surgeries nonstop last year and had to go through one myself for exhaustion! What did I do to deserve this?" Yes, I was the top surgeon, but the bills were stressing me out, too. My husband had just lost his job, and I had to pay for the car, the mortgage, and our kid's extracurriculars. The burden I had to shoulder wasn't an easy one. So, I was counting on that bonus to get my kid into a basketball club, and now it had been taken away from me. This couldn't be happening! I couldn't believe that they were blaming me for a successful surgery! I was high up in the hierarchy here, so the department head didn't start a fallout right away. Instead, he tried to calm me down. "You drank two bags of IV during the late-night surgery and charged the patients for it. Their family's complaining about unfair fees, and it went viral. We had no choice!" That reminded me. That surgery was a complex one, and it wasn't even supposed to be assigned to me. After all, I'd been working around the operating table for 36 hours prior to that. However, it was the deputy director who came to me and insisted that I take over. I had no choice but to go ahead.

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

My withered rose Every night I sip from a glass of wine trying to forget this beauty and get it out of my head. But I'm back and shocked that I couldn't do it.. All women after you are far from being slaves under my feet.

The last thing that feisty Andra, a tomboy, expects from her father is to be forced into a marriage with Dominic, an attractive and resilient stranger who becomes a threat to her wayward lifestyle with his formidable disposition.

I'm no longer a human, my life is over. I've left everyone I love. I've gone rogue from the CIA. My only hope is my handler. She is tough enough to face my monster. If I lose control, she won't hesitate to take me out. But I'm not the only predator out there. Someone's hunting her. She needs my protection. But if I don't get my animal under control, I may be her biggest threat yet.

"Look, chat! The rich guy who lives in this fancy apartment is secretly a pervert who gropes college girls!" As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, my neighbor Yvonne Shaw cornered me at the door. She tugged at her collar while crying to the camera. "Chat, this is where the guy lives! Just now in the elevator, he covered my mouth and groped me all over... If the elevator door hadn't opened in time, he would have dragged me back to his place!" The comments section exploded, the screen filled with curses aimed at my husband. But later, in court, when they saw my husband who had lost both arms saving someone five years ago... They were all dumbfounded.

Raised as the unwanted adopted child of a powerful beta family, eighteen-year-old Rose has always known pain more intimately than love. Once cherished, she became invisible the moment the Blackwoods’ true daughter was found. Forced into servitude within her own pack, Rose endures cruelty, neglect, and the daily suppression of her wolf through wolfsbane—a punishment that leaves her powerless and broken, or so everyone believes. Unlike other wolves, Rose cannot hear or feel her inner beast. Her wolf has been silent for as long as she can remember, locked away for reasons even the pack elders do not understand. Labeled weak and defective, she dreams only of escape and a life where she is more than a shadow. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, hope sparks when her best friend encourages her to flee the pack and start anew. But when a mysterious howl awakens something deep within Rose, her dormant wolf begins to stir—revealing that her power was never gone, only bound. As secrets unravel and fate draws her toward a dangerous, magnetic bond she never expected, Rose must uncover the truth of who she is, why her wolf was suppressed, and whether love can survive the fire awakening inside her. Her freedom will come at a cost—and the world is not ready for what she is becoming.

My daughter accidentally scratched my husband's young mistress's face with her nails. For that, my husband had her fingers chopped off. Covered in blood, she came home seeking help, only to be assaulted by an intruder. I called my husband, crying, but his mistress's sweet voice answered the phone. "Stop using these lowly tricks to get Jack's attention. All you're doing is making him sick!" I begged my husband to take my call, but all I got in return was a barrage of insults. "Nothing is more important than Yvonne's face! I'm busy taking her to the hospital! I don't have time for your drama!" Later, my daughter's organs were removed by the intruder. Even in death, she was still tightly holding onto the birthday gift she had prepared for her father. My husband, a top lawyer, personally defended the criminal who assaulted our daughter. He let that man walk away scot-free after what he had done. On the day he celebrated his birthday with all our relatives, he finally knew that our daughter had died. He completely lost his mind.

Bella’s life took devastating turns after her father’s death. Bounded by a contract she never signed, she marries Lucas, the son of her father’s business partner, in hopes of fulfilling her father’s dying wish for her to have a better life. But the man she marries is far from the saviour she expected. Finding out an unexpected truth after a year of marriage, she left the marriage, knowing fully well she was carrying a baby no one knew about. Her father's wish for her to get a stable life through the marriage crumbles. Some years later, she returns not as a shattered woman but as a strong, independent woman. Ready to face any storm ahead of her. She found love again in an unexpected place. Will her past jeopardise her chance of happiness, or will she strive through all odds?

One forbidden mistake. One steamy affair. One secret agenda that could destroy them both. When Jenny Cruz, a struggling 25-year-old woman, lands a housekeeping job in the luxurious estate of Mexico’s most eligible billionaire, Ken Delgado, she knows it’s her last shot at survival. But her first day turns into chaos when she accidentally walks in on her brooding, sexy boss completely naked. She expects to be fired. Instead, she’s kissed… Punished with pleasure… And pulled into a whirlwind affair that blurs the line between lust and love. Ken is rich, ruthless, and always in control — until Jenny crashes into his world. What begins as a simple distraction becomes an obsession. But as their secret relationship deepens, so does the danger lurking in the shadows. Enter Natasha Rivera, Ken’s ex — beautiful, bitter, and hell-bent on destruction. She returns with one mission: destroy Ken, steal his fortune, and vanish with her secret lover. Lies are told. Charges are filed. And a dark secret agenda threatens to take everything from Jenny — including her heart. As betrayal brews, secrets explode, and enemies close in, Jenny must decide: Is love worth the tempest? Can desire survive the fire? Or will the flames of passion burn them both to ashes?