Hogwarts Hospital Wing

I had been married to Adrian Foster for six years when I finally conceived his child. However, the doctor’s reaction upon hearing Adrian’s name left me frozen. "I clearly recall that Mrs. Foster already gave birth to a son here two years ago. She’s a famous actress, and she and Mr. Foster made the perfect couple." I stared at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about? We’re legally married. We have a certificate!" "There’s no mistake. Mr. Foster is someone notable, and he doted on his wife. He was always by her side." I stormed out of the hospital in anger, but my hope was shattered when the lawyer confirmed that my marriage certificate was a forgery. The world tilted into darkness. My ears rang, my surroundings blurred, and I could no longer hear a thing. At last, I understood. He had never been my husband. He had never once looked forward to the child growing within me. With shaking hands, I dialed my family’s number, and in my heart, I swore that this merciless liar would burn in hell.

At eight months pregnant, my younger sister, Reina York, pushed me down the stairs, causing me to go into early labor.  At the hospital, I called Xavier Morales, but he answered with an impatient scoff. "What do you expect me to do about it? Stop bothering me." Xavier hated me, and he never wanted our child. Our baby girl was born, but despite the doctors doing everything they could, she did not make it. I called Xavier repeatedly, but he coldly hung up on me every time. Then, just moments later, I saw Reina's latest social media post. Xavier was there with her, smiling like he did not have a care in the world. He had completely abandoned me just to be with Reina. Even when our baby was cremated, they were still posting about their love like nothing had happened.  I did not scream, nor did I cry—I just packed my bags and left.

Jace Thorne—my childhood crush—crashed a car with me. I walked away fine. He "lost his memory." Plot twist: my dead grandma's soul moved in. "Jace is faking amnesia again to mess with my sweet granddaughter. If I were alive, I'd break his legs myself!" I blinked. Hard. Grandma's voice wouldn't shut up. "In her past life, Demi was miserable. Jace left her to rot while he partied with that Stafford girl. Had a heart attack, and he was lighting birthday candles. Trash!" Then came the kicker: "Your grandpa's letting you pick your fiancé. Don't even think about Jace. Pick Leroy. That boy's actually decent." Right on cue, Grandpa strolled into the hospital with the elder squad, slapped down pics of four legacy heirs, and told me to choose. I didn't even blink. Picked Leroy Leighton—my childhood nemesis turned fiancé. Because yeah, I'm a grandma's girl to the core. If she said Jace Thorne didn't love me, then I was so done.

Sean Kalix Ackerman is a twenty-year-old billionaire. A man perfect in every way - handsome, caring, rich, talented, intelligent, everything you would ask for. He meets a lady who was born very different from him. Myrtle Piena Saragoza, a woman of her words. She is diligent, kind, a dreamer, and beautiful in her own way. She belongs to a family of farmers and grew up not wealthy but happy. One sad day came, and Myrtle's mother was rushed into the hospital because of cardiac arrest. They need fifty-billion dollars to pay for the surgery. After trying and struggling to find a job in the city, she had no choice but to marry Sean, the hot billionaire. "Let's have a deal, miss Myrtle. Be my wife, and I'll give you the money you need." Will she be a happy wife despite being coerced to accept the bargain? Will they live happily ever after?

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.

My in-laws-to-be are poisoned, but my fiancé insists on going fishing with his true love. I don't stop him. In fact, I lend him my car. In my past life, he chose to take his parents to the hospital after I stopped him. However, his true love died at sea and ended up being eaten by the sharks. My fiancé was normal after her death. However, when we were on our honeymoon, he stabbed me and pushed me into the ocean. "It's all your fault, Fiona! I failed to save Lauren because of you! Now that she's dead, you don't deserve to live, either!" The scent of my blood attracted the sharks. They ripped me to pieces before I could drown. When I open my eyes again, I find my in-laws-to-be lying in their bed. My fiancé runs off to save his true love. Ultimately, he still regrets his actions.

I, Daphne Thorn, am an impoverished woman from the slums. William Blackburn, on the other hand, is the son of the richest man in Wylland. Unexpectedly, the two of us who share such vastly different identities end up being together. So far, we've tried out various difficult positions in our bouts of passion during our secret rendezvouses in secluded areas. Like the madman he is, William often torments me in every session. I'm so exhausted that I'm about to fall asleep. That's when a notification pops up on William's phone, which is sitting next to me. So, I take a peek at it. "William, my stomach hurts a lot! I'm suffering so much right now!" It's a text from someone named "Ellie". All the exhaustion in me disappears. I can feel my chest tightening up in discomfort. Once William is done with his shower, he leaves the bathroom and picks up his phone. "You should sleep first. I'm heading out," he says. When I see William turning his back on me, I blurt out, "Are you going to meet that childhood sweetheart of yours?" William wheels around to look at me. Suddenly, he moves to lift my chin. There is a trace of wariness in his eyes. "Don't go around sticking your nose in my business, Daphne. I like my woman docile and obedient." But I end up stalking William all the way to Royale Hotel, where I witness him visiting Elaine Moore, his childhood sweetheart. He coaxes her as though she's the most precious treasure in the world. I don't have the courage to question William in person. But still, I want to know who he thinks is more important to him—me or Elaine? So, I give him a call. "William, my gastritis is acting up again! It hurts so much! Can you drive me to the hospital?" I said. I use the same tactic that Elaine had used earlier. That night, I keep waiting for William, and yet he never returns to me. That's when I decide to not love him anymore.

The day I received my medical report and found out I was pregnant, my husband—Alpha Scott Hansen—held a small wedding ceremony in the hospital garden with his first love and former mate, Gillian Boyd. He explained, “Her final wish in this life was to be my bride.” But what about me? What was I to him? A replacement? It finally hit me—ten years of unwavering devotion and sacrifice meant nothing compared to a single tear shed by his first love.

"Marry me," he demanded, "and I'll handle your grandmother's hospital bills and your brother's court case... Otherwise, prepare to face assault charges for hitting me and potential jail time." He said to her with a smirk. Despite seeming like the perfect guy most women dream of, to Aella Thompson, he embodied her perception of how wealthy people acted: proud, mean, rude, and self-centered. The weight of his ultimatum left her stunned. A contract marriage with Damien Sullivan or the threat of imprisonment? Aella agreed to marry him, and over time, Damien, known for his cold-hearted nature, started developing feelings for her sweet and selfless personality. This exposed a different, warmer side of Damien that she never knew existed. However, just as their feelings for each other grew, Damien's past returned to haunt them. His ex-girlfriend, Amelia Earhart, who had left him years ago to pursue her dreams, reappeared unexpectedly. Her sudden return stirred up old feelings in Damien, forcing him into a dilemma; choosing his ex, a high-profile A-list model or his wife, Aella, a skilled dressmaker who was now five months pregnant with his child.

"I don't care what you think of me. I'm not a stripper and I don't know what you did to me to get me on your bed,"I blurted out in anger. "What I did to you? How nice of you to play innocent after throwing yourself at me last night,"Leo retorted. ★★★★★ Just one night, everything changed! All she needed was to drink away her sorrow that night at the club, but she woke up unconsciously in the bed of a heartless but charming Billionaire, Leo Robbins. When the scandal escalates beyond repair, Emily is forced to sign a contract marriage with him to save face in exchange for half a million dollars. With her father's huge debt and her brother's pending hospital bills, she agrees to the marriage which dips her in a pool of misery where she receives unending hatred from her husband who believes she's a stripper The billionaire unexpectedly falls for her only to be forced to terminate her pregnancy later. What would become of Leo and Emily's love and their triplet babies? Why must she terminate her pregnancy? Read this suspenseful tale of hard twists and turns; hate turned love and family turned foe.