Health Concern Examples

Daphne has fought her whole life to survive. After escaping an abusive marriage, she made sure to protect her child, even if it means taking risks. So, when an opportunity comes her way, she doesn’t hesitate, ready to do whatever it takes.Arthur,proud and used to getting everything his way, has always been in control of his life. But when his father, on his deathbed, refuses to hand over his shares unless Arthur is married, his world starts to fall apart. Marrying a woman he barely knows seems like the solution. A simple arrangement, nothing attached. But one wild night changes everything.Suddenly, their marriage is under threat from secrets and Arthur is forced to face a future he never wanted. Daphne faces a choice that could change everything, either keep the baby, and risk everything she’s worked so hard for, or walk away . As if things weren’t complicated enough, Arthur falls seriously ill. For the first time, the proud man who’s always relied on himself is forced to lean on someone else. Despite her past, Daphne’s emotional self step’s up to care for him and shows a side of herself Arthur never saw coming. What started as a pen in paper marriage begins to look like something deeper.As they push through their connection, they struggle to admit their feelings. Arthur’s fear of being seen as vulnerable. The contract that brought them together no longer feels simple but complicated.With Daphne’s past threatening to tear them apart and Arthur’s health hanging by a thread, their marriage is put to the test. Will they survive the effect of the secrets ? Or will their differences destroy what little connection they’ve found? In the end, can they find something real?

Riley Monroe thought she finally had a clue about what really happened to her father—whose mysterious death five years ago had been casually ruled an accident. But before she could dig deeper, her world crashes again. Her mother drops a bombshell: she’s getting remarried… to a billionaire. Riley wants no part of it. Not after everything. But with her mother’s health failing and a heart transplant hanging in the balance, she’s forced to stay silent and smile. Her soon-to-be stepfather, Daven Carter, is the CEO of Cartier Jewelleries—and he's promised to cover all their bills, including the expensive surgery. Feeling cornered and desperate, Riley hatches a secret plan with her friends to escape the Carter mansion before the wedding and after the treatment. But first, she wants to take control of one thing: her virginity. That night, in a haze of tequila and heartbreak, she gives herself to a stranger—and accidentally tells him everything about her escape. Only… he’s no stranger. Killian Carter, the two-faced ruthless, fuckboy and dangerously charming son of Daven Carter, had chosen to have fun with his soon-to-be stepsister before the disclosure of his identity and which led to a steamy night with her. A night he can't get over no matter how many girls he fucked. When he realizes that Riley was still going one with her plan despite his knowledge of it, he crafts another. Getting pregnant for him. That way the wedding will be off no matter what but it was already too late, Daven has seen her moves, her body curves, bouncy tits and he wants to taste them more than anything. The idea was crazy—but to Riley, it might just work. Until it all begins to spiral.

Antonius Rockwell, the enigmatic CEO of a prestigious company, leads a life of power and influence yet feels a hollow void in his existence. That changes the day he notices Kirsten Zaldua, a diligent delivery girl whose quiet determination and sincerity intrigue him. Struggling to support her ailing mother and balance her studies, Kirsten unknowingly becomes a beacon of hope in Antonius’s sterile world. One fateful afternoon, Antonius watches her collapse from exhaustion in his company lobby. Acting on instinct, he rescues her but conceals his identity, fearing the threats surrounding his life could endanger her. Instead, he sends his brother to assist her, an act he later regrets. To Antonius’s dismay, Kirsten mistakes his brother for her savior and begins a relationship with him. From the shadows, Antonius watches as his brother manipulates her into a toxic situation, leveraging her debts and her mother’s health to control her. Powerless to intervene without revealing the truth, Antonius retreats, heartbroken by his inability to protect the woman who has unwittingly captured his heart. Months later, a chance encounter reignites his connection with Kirsten, leading to an intimate one-night love affair born of misunderstanding. Though their bond deepens, Antonius remains tormented by guilt and longing. When Kirsten discovers he was her true rescuer, a spark of hope reignites between them, but Antonius’s brother, jealous and desperate, threatens her mother’s care, forcing her to break things off. Will Antonius’s love and determination be enough to rescue Kirsten from her nightmare? Or will the weight of her sacrifices pull them apart forever? Only time will reveal if their love can triumph against all odds.

When Jeremy Sterling is framed by his rival, he immediately urges me to run for my life. "Save yourself! Pretend you never met me!" Despite being eight months pregnant, I leap from the moving car. I kneel in the snow for two days straight. Finally, I manage to secure a witness for his trial. The ordeal costs me our baby and leaves me with lasting health issues. The radiant principal dancer I once was becomes a frail shadow, gasping at the slightest breeze and surviving on pills. Later, Jeremy claws his way back to the top. He cradles the belly I fought through 18 rounds of IVF to have and makes a solemn vow. "When the baby's born, we'll name him Ryan Sterling. I'll never forget that you saved me." Tears of joy stream down my face. But shortly after I give birth, I overhear someone questioning him. "Mr. Sterling, this is Regina Gomez's flesh and blood. Is it appropriate to register Ms. Jenson as the baby's legal mother?" Jeremy gazes fondly at Carolina Jenson, who is holding our son, and scoffs. "When I was framed, she didn't even care about her own life. Do you really think she'd care about this baby? Besides, she already lost one baby back then. What's one more?" He shrugs. "At worst, I'll just break up with her. We never got the marriage license anyway." Outside the door, I clutch my aching stomach and turn away. Since we're not bound by a marriage license, this is where it ends for us.

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

"Alam mo ikaw ha, masyado kang pala-desisyon. Buhay ko ito kaya huwag kang makialam lalo pa at wala naman ako’ng naging say sa love life mo,” naiinis na pahayag ko kay Franco. Naiinis kasi ito nang malaman na gusto ko ng magkaanak. Lagpas na ako sa kalendaryo at sa takot ko na mapag-iwanan ay ito ang naisip ko na solusyon. Wala sa vocabulary ko ang pag-aasawa dahil na rin sa naging karanasan ng nanay ko at sa nakikita ko sa paligid ko kaya nawalan na ako ng interes lalo na sa mga lalaki. Maraming nanliligaw subalit lahat sa akin ay red flags. Dagdagan pa nitong kaibigan ko na walang inaayawan basta naka-palda sa paningin nito lahat ay maganda. Mabait naman ito, matalino, responsable, masipag at madiskarte subalit sadyang palikero. “Ako ha, concern lang ako sa iyo. Huwag sanang masamain. Mamaya sa kagustuhan mo ay mapahamak ka pa.” Patuloy na litanya ni Franco sa akin. “Kaya nga bago pa mangyari iyon ay uunahan ko na. Hindi ako mai-inlove, hindi ako magiging martir at lalong hindi ko hahayaan na masaktan lang ako ng kagaya mo. Kaya nga anak lang ang gusto ko at iyon na ang pupuno sa pangarap ko. Hindi ako mag-aasawa at sakit lang iyan sa ulo,” masungit na sagot ko. “Ganun ba? Bakit ka pa maghahanap sa malayo at hindi mo kilala kung mayroon naman sa harapan mo? Ako na lang kaya, ano? Makakasiguro ka pa na galing sa magandang lahi at pamilya ang magiging anak mo,” tugon ni Franco. Napamaang ako sa naging sagot n’ya. Pwede kaya o baka magiging mitsa lang ito ng bagong kalbaryo sa buhay namin? Mas makapagpapatibay o makakasira kaya ito sa aming pagkakaibigan? Subalit hindi ko maiwasan kiligin at makadama ng challenge na baka ako lang pala ang makapagpapatino kay Franco.

Ericka Mendel is an oddball who overcame her illiteracy to become an extraordinary teacher and a survivor in the face of overwhelming challenges. Because of her out-of-character sobbing, ranting, and talkative behavior when no one is present in her early years, she has been compared to radio drama characters. Because of her tendency, she is generally regarded as odd and foolish. She was motivated to achieve her big ambitions, even if her family did not believe she could. After six years, she had become the model student on the campus of the school, garnering plaudits and academic prizes while many boys bullied her due to her humor, friendliness, and charm. She found her teenage years to be unhappy as a result of them. But she overcame a lot of obstacles while she was a teenager before deciding to join a convent after graduation. She developed her personality via activism, which led her to seek refuge in the convent lifestyle. But she left them after serving as a nun for six years in order to travel and seek out new things. Within twenty years, she gave in to Darwin Ibrahim's promises as a foreigner who adored her innocent characteristics. She views wisdom and love as the best weapons to fight the battle of suffering, but paradise is tempestuous She recognized that Ibrahim was a liar and that his promises were made to be broken due of his legal difficulties when they began living together without getting married or engaging in another formal ceremony. Due to her mental health concerns, her opponents secretly held all of her great, sweet children. Erika Ibrahim's trust in God deepens because of her capacity to humbly accept and conquer life's obstacles after Darwin disappears and she is left to start over with her children.

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

Keeva, the shunned daughter of Alpha Julius, lives in despair believing she has no wolf. Her eighteenth birthday was supposed to be a day of joy but her world came crumbling down. The Moon Goddess has forsaken her. Her father can't bear to be in the same room as her. When he insisted that she takes his Beta as her chosen mate, plans to escape were snatched away, she had no choice but to follow the path laid before her. Working at the bar was the only freedom she knew, Canagan was the only man who could help her escape. After months of working with her friend Nikita and the wise woman from the forest, their well laid plans didn't come to fruition soon enough to save them both for Julius's tyranny. Channon was saved from certain death by something that could only be the lone wolf of legends. After witnessing his raw, untamed power Channon realized that White Claw could be more than just whispers and fantasy. After waking up in unknown lands and nursed back to health by a pack he didn't recognize Channon learned of his unknow lineage and the powers he is destined to wield. Over the course of the next fifteen years Channon hones his skills preparing to avenge the murder of his parents and take his place as Alpha, uniting the two packs of his ancestors. White Claw has moulded Channon into the man he needs to be. His campaign for revenge and unity hits a stumbling block in the form of his stepsister Keeva. Little Keeva was only two when Channon was almost killed and he often wondered what had happened to her. Had he not followed his Beta into the woods Channon would never have realized Keeva is his.

Luke finally agreed to bind with me, urged by his mother Monica on her deathbed. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting a glow on his golden-brown fur. He stood by the bed, his amber wolf eyes deep and seemingly nervous. As soon as he stepped out of the room, his expression returned to its usual calm, and he said to me coldly, "Emma, let's wait a little longer." "I need to bond with Alina first," he continued, his wolf eyes distant, his tone neutral. "Her mother is seriously ill, and I promised her." "What about your mother? She wants to witness our bonding too!" "I have to bond with Alina first. You don't need to worry about my mother’s health," he said, as he effortlessly removed the vow ring Monica had given me from my finger, then turned and walked away. His little wolf followed, its tail wagging happily, showing no sign of reluctance. But as soon as he left, his mother suddenly took a turn for the worse. By the time Monica passed away, I was the only one by her side. Weakly, she squeezed my hand and whispered, "Emma, don’t wait for him anymore. Find someone who truly loves you." Her hand fell limp, and in the quiet darkness, I made two calls. The first was to the church, changing our marking ceremony to a funeral for his mother. The second call was to my best friend. Her brother was the Alpha of another pack, with dark fur and sharp green eyes. "He once said that if I was willing, he would bond with me... Is that promise still valid?" There was a pause on the other end before a deep voice, full of natural authority, came through: "Emma, have you finally figured it out?"