Obsidian Blade Surgery

My ex-wife, Erica Scarver, who's the head nurse of the hospital, devotes her efforts into saving an ICU patient. Meanwhile, I, the hospital dean, just start a livestream calmly. A few minutes later, the patient is out of the critical state. But Erica collapses instantly because she contracts the virus instead. "Hurry up and save your ex-wife! She's now infected because there's a hole in her protective suit! She's in a critical condition right now!" The medical staff looks at me worriedly. After all, I'm the most renowned medical expert in the entire hospital. But I remain unmoved. "Why should I save her? Don't you know that I've just wrapped up a surgery, so I can't enter the quarantine zone at all?"

After their honeymoon, Alden discovers Emma's betrayal. Witness his wife having sex with another man. Heartbroken by the shock, he rushed out of the house in an unstable mood, unfortunately causing a serious accident that made Cara, a girl crossing the street, almost lost her life. After the impact, Cara broke her leg, and Alden himself suffered a head injury that temporarily blinded his eyes, but Alden refused surgery to restore vision. Because after the shock, Alden didn't want to see the world completely lie. As for Cara, the Alden Family decided to take responsibility for Cara by sending her back to the care mansion. After Cara recovered from her illness, knowing she was a very kind person, Alden's family discussed asking her to marry Alden. And the story of Cinderella and the billionaire begins.

My CEO husband bribed the doctor to take the heart that was meant for our daughter and give it to his childhood sweetheart’s daughter instead. That same day, my daughter suffered a heart attack and died in my arms. Meanwhile, his sweetheart’s daughter’s surgery was a success. My husband was so overjoyed that he gave bonuses to the entire company. My rage and grief were too much—I coughed up blood on the spot. The doctor later confirmed my worst fear: I was already in the late stages of leukemia. I didn’t have much time left. Holding my daughter’s urn, I wandered home in a daze. My husband? He took his childhood sweetheart and her daughter on a trip around the world to celebrate a new life.

The moment I was born, I took her life. They called me a murderer. Marcus used to burn me with cigarette butts, and Dad would say it was my fate. “You’re a curse. If you had any conscience, you’d have gone to join Mom a long time ago to repay what you owe.” When Marcus was diagnosed with kidney failure, that same cold, distant father knelt in front of me. “Please… save him…” I put my hand on Dad’s shoulder. “Dad, I’ll do the surgery. But can you promise me one thing?” Dad performed the surgery himself. It was a success. He saved the son he loved most and took the life of the daughter he hated. But after I died, Dad turned himself in to the police, and Marcus lost his mind.

In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.

My fiancee was diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I'm a match, I agreed to undergo the surgery without a second thought. They removed two-thirds of my liver. The pain is excruciating, but the moment I wake up, I force myself to check on her. Outside her hospital room, I overhear her talking to a friend. "Trish, you're a genius! This revenge plan is brilliant!" her friend exclaims. Patricia Zeller laughs. "If I weren't trying to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. It's all his fault that Warren messed up his college entrance exam and had to study abroad. Warren's coming back in a month. Once he does, I'm done with him for good."

“Fuck me, Victor!” My boyfriend is lying on the bed. The woman bouncing on his lap was a stranger. She had cat-shaped ears that were out, her tail swishing back and forth. I stood there for a while, in shock. Victor is the basketball star of this school, and a werewolf. I’m a human girl, mysteriously chosen to attend this school, and everyone says I’m not good enough for him. I just never imagined we’d break up that way. A week later, desperate to cover my grandma’s surgery, I signed up for surrogacy. When our dean introduced the new professor to us. I was shocked. My surrogacy client was a new professor at this school！ “You need to stay away from that man,” my ex-boyfriend growled, “He’s my Uncle and he is bad fucking news.”

My husband's childhood sweetheart took the Cullinan I gave him for a midnight joyride. One person ended up critically injured. He wired half a million euros from the family account to hire a fall guy, then flew her to Switzerland for a ski trip. I called him from outside the operating room, desperate. "Your father is dying. Authorize the surgery, now!" He laughed, her head on his shoulder in the video call. "Using my father's health to lie? Sofia, you've crossed a line." The line went dead. The heart monitor flatlined. Later, at his father's funeral, he raged, swearing to find the killer and make them pay. I looked at the gathered family elders, then pointed at the trembling woman behind him. "The killer is right there. The one you paid to protect."

He is not surrounded by darkness, he is darkness itself. The Devil disguised as a handsome man in an impeccable black suit and red tie. He's a charming prince, and the demon who haunts her dreams. A night was all she wanted, but it turned out to be the worst decision she'd ever live to make. She was in dire need of money for her brother's surgery, and she decided to have a one-night stand with a wealthy man to get it. Something she now lives to regret. It started out with infatuation that soon morphed into feral obsession. He wanted all of her, and he was ready to kill to make her his. She was timid and shy, yet he chose her. Will she survive In his dark world? He is the king of darkness, yet he chose an angel who knows nothing about his world. Wanna

“I want you so badly it hurts.” Camellia Reid’s life is simple: dance to pay the bills, raise her deaf sister, and keep a low profile. She never asked for destiny. But destiny finds her anyway… wearing the name Lucien Draven. Alpha of the Obsidian Pack. Eyes like wildfire. A voice like sin. And a claim she can’t escape: his mate. Camellia is human, an outsider in a world built on blood and power. Loved in shadows, denied in daylight, she is pulled between Lucien’s dangerous chaos and the cold control of his rival cousin, Darius Thorne. And when Lucien pins her against the wall, fucking her with a hunger that feels like worship and ruin all at once, Camellia learns that some bonds don’t just burn hotter than reason...they consume it. The pack is watching. Enemies are hunting. Between blood feuds, queer alliances, and late-night banter, Camellia stumbles into a world sharper, darker, and funnier than she ever imagined—one ruled by possessive but yearning males, where destiny burns hotter than love and cuts deeper than fate.