General Hospital Plot Summary

I was Bloodthorn Pack's weakest omega—rejected, betrayed, and sold at an underground auction. My fated mate spat, "You're not worthy to be my Luna."My adoptive parents auctioned me via forced contract to settle their debts. My “best friend” drugged me for a one-night bidding war, laughing as prices soared.On the night I died, the truth hit: switched at birth, I was a cursed hybrid princess stolen from royalty—hidden to be used and discarded.Reborn three years earlier, I make a new vow: no more victims.Reject the mate. Burn the contract. Avenge every betrayal. Unravel my lost memories, hidden bloodline, and death-defying curse.Then four alphas find me—Crown Prince (ice-veined), General (battle-scarred), Pack Judge (unbeatable), Rogue King (cursed wolf). All whisper, “Sister?”From auction trash to lost princess of the continent’s fiercest bloodline—with four overprotective brothers ready to raze worlds for me.But fate twists again: a rival pack’s twin heirs—midnight cold and sunrise warm—share my unique mate mark. One soul. Two bodies.Enemies before. Salvation now… or final doom?Betrayed. Sold. Reborn. No begging for love this time. Meet my brothers first—then decide if you want their princess as prey… or as queen.

Seth Allen had never had any luck with women when it comes to love and marriage. Soon, he became tired of his lonely life and decided to get a surrogate mother to carry his child. All of Isabella's life, she never had any luck with men. All they always seem to want from her was just sex. Already tired of the disappointments, she decided that she was going for an insemination using an unknown sperm donor. The hospital made a mistake and Isabella carried the child of Seth. Neither of them was ready to let go of the baby. All they were left with was to live together so that they could decide how to solve the mess. Would they be able to get past their experience and shed their insecurities for the sake of their future?

I got into a car crash with my adoptive sister. The first person to rush to the scene was my childhood sweetheart, Jay Porter—the guy I'd been secretly seeing for two years. But Jay went to her first. He didn't even look my way as I sat there, bleeding heavily on the side of the road. I grabbed his hand, desperate to tell him I was pregnant. He just shook me off. "Sorry, Emma. Julia's delicate. I have to get her to the hospital now. Just wait here for the paramedics." By the time the rescue team got me to the hospital, I was out of immediate danger. But my baby... was gone. I wanted to confront Jay, to demand an explanation. Instead, I overheard him talking to a friend. "You played Emma this whole time, just for Julia's sake. Don't you think that's going too far?" Jay's reply was cold. "So what? Julia's just the Bourne family's adopted daughter—she's never been as protected and cherished as Emma, the precious heiress. That's exactly why it has to be me. I'll protect Julia. For her, I'd do anything." So it was all a lie. Every bit of love he'd ever shown me was just an act. After I was discharged, I went straight home and called my father. "Dad, can you make it so I never existed here? Erase all my records from this country."

After Charlotte was thrown out by her father along with her mother from the Enfield's family, Charlotte struggles to take care of her sick mother's medical bills. On the day her mother collapses in the hospital, she is threatened by her father with her mother's life to replace and marry her step-sister's fiancé who turns out to be the scarred and crippled son of the Moore family so that they could get money to finance their family's business. In exchange, her mother's bills will be paid. Charlotte married him and decided to make their marriage work and stay away from her family, but her stepmother and step-sister would not leave her alone. This time around, she is ready to fight them with her new identity as Mrs. Moore.

When the earthquake struck on what should have been our fourth wedding anniversary, my supposedly devoted and family-oriented husband, Lionel Brooks, abandoned me and our children, who were trapped under the rubble. Despite our children's pleas for help, Lionel left without a second thought, carrying his former flame, Fiona Smith, and her daughter to safety. While Fiona and her daughter escaped with minor injuries, my precious children had their chests pierced by steel beams, leaving this world forever. It was such a twisted fate. What was meant to be a day of celebration turned into an annual day of mourning for my beautiful children. A week later, during my children's funeral, Lionel had the audacity to call and ask which hospital the kids were in. It was laughable—after ensuring Fiona and her child were comfortable and safe, he finally found time to check on his flesh and blood. I could only say, "You finally remembered your children after a whole week? Lionel, I hope you rot in hell."

The day my husband was away on a business trip, I received a notification for a hotel charge. As I watched the video on my phone of him kissing his secretary on their way to the room, I dialed his number. “Honey, you need to come home right away. Mom was in a serious car accident,” I said. Before I could finish, Xavier Smith cut me off. “It’s just a car accident. We’ll deal with it if she dies.” He hung up without a hint of concern and went back to his cozy time with his secretary in their hotel room. He was completely unaware that the woman in critical condition at the hospital wasn’t my mom. It was his.

On her birthday, Vicky Shaw's beloved husband, Tyler Hart, was found to be having a candle light dinner with his childhood sweetheart. The birthday present he gave her was a text message requesting a divorce.During their three years of marriage, she did everything she could to keep him with her, throwing all the beds in the other rooms when he was not in the house so he had nowhere else to sleep other than with her.After a fateful car crash, however, she had amnesia and was no longer the woman who loved him deeply. When Tyler finally visited her in the hospital, the first thing he asked was to get her to agree to the divorce. The new Vicky agreed immediately.Everyone knew how much the old Vicky loved Tyler. Only Tyler knew he had loved her dearly.

My brother and I get into a car accident. My heart is ruptured—I need emergency surgery. But my mother, the hospital director, calls every available doctor… to my brother's room. He only has a few scrapes, yet she orders a full-body scan for him while I lie there bleeding out. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop fighting for attention for once? Your brother almost injured a bone!" In the end, I die on the operating table. But after the news of my death breaks, my mother, who has always hated me, completely loses her mind.

Lucas Edgar, the star football quarterback's perfect life began crashing when he went to the hospital to sort out his "sex issues" just to get attended by Doctor Arnold Thomas, the cute nerdy one-stand guy who made him stir up a deep hidden wild desire and questions his sexuality. Arnold Thomas was fiercely drawn to Lucas, aware of the electrifying chemistry between them. But is Arnold willing to fight for Lucas's love at the risk of getting sued for having a relationship with his patient? Dive in to experience the romantic rainbow tales of this unlikely duo and how their love for each other encouraged them to face the bumps at school, workplace and family head-on! #atouchofrainbow

My wife, wanting to spend a romantic birthday date with her first love, added a dose of sleeping medication to the milk bottle of our sick, crying daughter. The medicine took effect, and our daughter drifted into a deep sleep, which allowed them to enjoy a romantic, undisturbed date together. When I came home, I found our daughter still sleeping. By the time we arrived at the hospital, it was too late. I called my wife, but she answered with irritation. "Is it because I'm celebrating Shawn's birthday that you must ruin it? I'll go home after the celebration is over." Then, she turned off her phone. Little did she know that, for the sake of one romantic date, she had taken our daughter's life.