Obsidian Blade Surgery

He has no eyes, he sees through hers… He doesn't believe in love, but he has her heart in his hands…. He is cold hearted, she embraces him with love… When all he sees is the darkness, she walks him into the light…. She was his ultimate prize, she was his to taint and destroy… ******** Forced into a contract marriage in order to save her sick twin sister, Mia agrees to marry the cold hearted, ruthless and visually impaired billionaire Denver. Their bittersweet relationship begin to blossom to the envy and disapproval from people around them. Betrayal, lies and deception threatened the foundation of their marriage. After a ophthalmic surgery, will Denver recognize the woman that led him out the darkness? What happens when Mia's identical twin sister Riley takes on her identity and tries to destroy her marriage and life? Their marriage is bound to end due to the contractual deadline. Will love and fate bring them back together one more time?

Mariah rossey had always wanted one wish of hers to be fulfilled which was giving her little brother the best life, a life full of happiness. But her wish got shattered when her little brother fell sick to a point that an immediate surgery was needed but how could Mariah pay the bills when she couldn't provide even food for herself and her little brother. But she only had one thing worth any money. Her virginity. It was a shot in the dark to put her virginity up for auction online. What kind of person would even bid on something as perverted as this? Nathan Astrid, that's who. He outbid everyone right away, making it clear he wanted to win. Mariah was relieved and terrified all at once, but she figured it was fine, They'd just sleep together and she'd go on her merry way. So why, even after meeting her, is he waiting to claim his prize?

Tarzan was an incredibly ruthless CEO, and his hatred for women ran so deep that he only allowed men to work in his company. This animosity was rooted in his mother's infidelity, which caused his father to suffer a fatal heart attack. Dolah, on the other hand, had a deep-seated hatred of men, stemming from her father's abuse which had ultimately led to her mother's death. Desperate to raise money for her brother's surgery, she decided to disguise herself as a man and applied for a job as Tarzan's personal assistant. Despite her clumsiness, Tarzan agreed to let her work while he searched for proof of his suspicions. As he worked with Dolah, he began to realize that she was unlike any other woman he had ever met. With so much animosity in their hearts, how would they ever find love? Follow the story of Tarzan and Dolah to find out more.

My neighbor's daughter is sick, and my mother forces me to donate a kidney to her. I've been malnourished since childhood—just drawing blood is enough to cost me my life. However, my mother says, "What does your death matter to me? Rhea is my actual daughter!" Only then do I learn that my mother switched me and our wealthy next-door neighbor's daughter at birth! I glance at my neighbor's daughter, but she's calm and unaffected. I watch as my mother signs the consent form for the operation. My father ties me to the operating table, and my brother performs the surgery. I have no strength to retaliate, so I make one last request—a DNA test with my mother. She agrees—she wants me to stop holding out hope. Later, I forget everything after the surgery, but she breaks down.

The medication I kept at the company had been switched, resulting in me suffering from acute kidney failure. After the emergency surgery, I asked my wife, Rebecca Little, to thoroughly investigate the company's employees. Instead, I discovered she had already deleted the surveillance footage from that day. When I confronted her, she brushed me off coldly. "I found the person responsible. He wanted to turn himself in, but I stopped him. Look, you're fine now, aren't you? Hendrix didn't do it on purpose. He's so young—if he went to jail, his life would be ruined. Let's just drop the matter, okay?" The person she was defending was none other than the male secretary, Hendrix Cannon, she had been flirting with lately. I was speechless. Nine years of love and trust disintegrated in an instant.

At the peak of my career, my husband slapped me in public.  With a look of disgust, he said, “Tess, you’re pathetic. You made Grace fail the class because you’re jealous. Don’t you know she’s applying for a scholarship?” Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell to the ground, clutching my stomach as pain surged through me. I knelt there, begging him to take me to the hospital.  However, all he did was swat my hand away and sneer. “Quit the act! Aren’t you just a useless woman who can’t get pregnant?” At that moment, my heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. It wasn’t long before bystanders intervened, insisting on taking me to the hospital. Unfortunately, it was too late to save the baby. Once the surgery was over and the reality of what had happened sank in, I turned to him and demanded a divorce.

This story is about a girl who is basically a gold-digger from our perspective and she is. Nah, no sick parent who needs immediate surgery or anyone’s life was not endangered because of money. She just chose money and luxury when the other option was love and struggle. Let's name her Eva who had a man in her life, immensely in love with her. But the problem was, he didn’t see life through her eyes, like getting a secure job and slowly reaching to a position where they could have everything possible. He was more into adventure, moving from this destination to that when he had a huge student loan to pay off and an almost failing grade. So you can see where things started to fell off. So, enters a business magnet who had everything and more, Eva had ever dreamt for. Now, there were not any choice left, were there?

My sister-in-law and I have always been close, and we happened to be pregnant at the same time. However, during a routine check-up, she was diagnosed with uterine fibroids. I urged her to have surgery as soon as possible, but she refused and instead claimed her sallow complexion was a sign she was carrying a "child of fortune." She then retreated to the countryside to rest and nurture her pregnancy. Nine months later, while I grieved the loss of my stillborn child, she came back from the countryside with a baby girl in her arms. Consumed by the suspicion that the child was rightfully mine, I demanded a DNA test. That same night, my own mother and brother conspired to take my life. After my death, I discovered it was all a conspiracy. My family had orchestrated everything to swap my child for hers. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the moment before I took her for that fateful check-up.

During a battle with a rival pack, my Alpha mate, Damien, burst into my private healing sanctuary. He was carrying Lyra, a Beta warrior who had supposedly taken a poisoned blade for him. The next day, under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, Damien was forced by the pack elders to apologize. He explained that bringing an outsider into my sanctuary was a desperate act in a moment of crisis. After all, Lyra had saved his life. But that night, in the bed we once shared, Lyra stabbed herself with a dagger laced with wolfsbane and framed me for the attack. He chose to believe her. The rejection ceremony ripped my wolf from my soul. I was cast out—a powerless exile, left for dead in a storm, to be torn to shreds by rogues. But what Damien never knew was that the ancient curse afflicting him could only be healed by me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning: the moment Damien carried that woman in, demanding I save her.

After five years of marriage, I received a wedding invitation from abroad. The groom is my husband, Arnold Willowstream. The bride is my younger sister, Yasmine Cooper. In disbelief, I decide to fly to Ainland and witness the wedding for myself. But the moment I see Arnold holding Yasmine and kissing her deeply, my heart shatters completely. Fireworks explode in the sky, and glowing words appear above—"Happy Marriage, Mr. Willowstream and Ms. Yasmine." In that instant, it feels like a blade piercing straight through my chest. Watching them look so happy together, I feel like I'm the one intruding on someone else's marriage. Love is a game for two—there's no room for a third. If he's already gotten married to someone else, what place do I have left in his life? Rather than waiting to be pushed out, I choose to walk away on my own and at least keep the last shred of dignity.