The Unbridled Medical Consort Mga Nobela at Kwento

I suffer from extreme mental illness. My sister, Ava Monroe, became a facial model to earn money for my expensive medical treatment. She was 5’3” tall but was noticed because of her beauty by a wealthy young man by the name of Dominic Pierce with a leg obsession. He imprisoned her. “This is the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. If only your legs were a bit longer, I’d die with a smile.” Ava was forced to have leg-lengthening surgery. After the operation, her legs began to rot. Dominic found her disgusting and locked her in the basement. He tortured her until she died. I got kicked out of the mental health institute because I could not pay the medical fees. I found Dominic surrounded by beautiful women with long legs. “Those are the prettiest legs I’ve ever seen. If only your face were a little cuter, I’d die with a smile!” I pointed to the painting of Ava and scoffed, “What if I become her?”

My husband is a man with powerful emotions. To keep his adopted sister content, he allocates millions annually for her to spend lavishly. He's concerned about her well-being. Each night, he sits by her, ensuring she settles down. Later, when I was shot and bleeding heavily, requiring immediate aid, he remained utterly indifferent.He directed the entire medical team to his distraught adopted sister instead. I used my remaining strength to call my husband. The phone connected. His voice, tinged with irritation, answered: "What is it now? You're fine, perfectly healthy. Why would you need a doctor?" "Listen, Sofia needs me. Our family's medical resources are spread thin. For minor issues, just bear with it." My heart sank, feeling as if it had turned to ice. He truly is a man with powerful emotions. It's just that the one he truly cares about has never been me.

The freshman welcome party was loud—music blasting, people screaming over it. Then the external pacemaker on my chest started shrieking. 10 percent battery. Cold sweat hit fast. I always carried a backup. Always. I yanked open my backpack. No heavy medical battery pack. Just a flimsy power bank. One blinking bar.

Genius medical student Chris Green saved Jessica Wilder during a car pileup. Out of gratitude, the Wilder family paid for the medical expenses of Chris’s mother, who had also been injured in the crash. In that moment, two lives that should have remained like parallel lines became unexpectedly intertwined. To repay the Wilders for their kindness—and surrendered to Jessica’s tears—Chris agreed to marry her. Though they shared the same bed for five years, their hearts were never truly close. And their marriage came to an end when Jessica’s first love returned to the country—with his child. After the divorce, Chris believed Jessica was relieved to be free of him. But to his surprise, she began chasing after him—from home to abroad. Jessica didn’t want him to leave. Chris had depleted all his love. But for Jessica, her feelings for him were only just beginning to grow. Life without Chris felt impossible, and she began to pursue him with all her heart. However, after everything had shattered, could they get back together?

On the very day I sold my company shares to raise money for my wife’s medical treatment, my phone flashed with a notification about a trending post. "My husband or my lover, which should I choose?" An anonymous reply shot to the top of the comments. "Why choose? I want both." What followed was a casual, shameless confession. A staged car accident right after the wedding, a fake overseas treatment plan, parents who helped maintain the lie, and millions siphoned off under the excuse of life-saving medical fees. The money was never for treatment. It funded luxury vacations, hotel suites, and a long-term affair. Someone asked if she was afraid her husband would find out. Her answer was chilling. "Why would I be afraid? He thinks he took my first time and swore to take responsibility for me forever. He doesn’t know it was just a repair surgery I did for his sake." The post ended with a vacation photo. A woman in a bikini, smiling under the sun. And on her waist, a tattoo with the letters 'NG.' The same tattoo worn by my wife.

Princess Camellia Arventia was rejected and mistreated by Emperor Donovan Arventia and Crown Prince Theodore Arventia throughout her life. Born to a consort, she lost her mother shortly after birth and grew up isolated in her palace. Forgotten by everyone, Camellia was used as a fax machine, doing charity work just to improve the image of the imperial family, believing that if she fulfilled her role well, she would be accepted by her family. Camellia ends up getting involved with the Grand Duke of the Empire, the Emperor's cousin, William Valois, who is constantly being sent to war by the Imperial family. On discovering the Emperor's plans to assassinate the Grand Duke, Camellia tries to warn him, but her efforts are in vain and she ends up being accused of treason, tortured, and executed. "Benevolent, you say, glorious empire, you say." I opened my eyes, anger completely overwhelming me at that moment. "My only sin was believing that one day I would be recognized by a family that had always planned my destruction." I freed myself from the executioner's grip, standing up and turning towards the box, where the imperial family watched in shock. "I curse the imperial family and if there is a goddess in this pig-infested world, may she grant me the gift of coming back from the dead and destroying each one of you!" His last request was to take revenge. Will Enora, the goddess of the Arventia empire, grant him this wish?

“I, Chika Whitmore, take this Alpha to be my strength and my vengeance.” The words were a death warrant, not a vow. In the high-stakes world of the werewolf syndicates, loyalty is a myth and blood is the only currency. When Chika Whitmore is brutally abandoned at the altar by the Blackwell heir, he doesn’t just lose a husband—he loses his standing in the underworld. Cast out by his own bloodline and left to the mercy of the city’s predators, Chika does the unthinkable. He walks into the territory of the most feared man in the modern mafia: Lucien Afolayan. Lucien is a King in exile, a dominant Alpha whose legs were shattered by a rival’s silver-trap. The world thinks he’s a broken dog, but behind the reinforced steel of his throne, the beast is hungry. He needs a consort to secure his claim to the Obsidian Crown Plaza; Chika needs a monster to burn down the people who broke him. It was supposed to be a cold-blooded merger. No feelings, no touch, just a tactical alliance to survive the Blackwell Pack’s impending war. But in the dark corners of the Afolayan estate, the scent of the moon doesn’t lie. Between the click of loaded pistols and the roar of shifting wolves, a lethal attraction begins to take root. Chika came for protection, but he might have just tied his soul to a man who won’t stop until the entire city bows—or burns. In this game of power, the only thing more dangerous than an enemy’s silver is a mate’s betrayal.

Jack's first love, Alice, came in for her prenatal checkup. Tested positive for Corrosion Sickness. I told him right away. But Jack insisted I was spouting nonsense and went around the pack slandering me—claiming I had no medical ethics, that my surgical skills were a joke, and that I’d killed a fellow werewolf through malpractice. Because of him, the Werewolf Medical Association revoked my healer title, and I was nearly torn apart by the patient’s furious family! On our third mating anniversary, Jack sank silver into my veins. I begged him to save me, but he locked me in a cellar and left me there to die. "Just die already," he said. "I need your estate to have marking ceremony with Alice." The next second, I opened my eyes—I wasn’t dead. I was reborn! I was reborn on the day Alice came in for her prenatal checkup! This time, I won’t tell him the truth. I’m leaving that scumbag behind! Let him and Alice enjoy their filthy love!

My wife’s childhood friend, Peter White, needed surgery. He requested that I perform the operation as the lead surgeon. I followed every medical protocol exactly and did my best to save him. However, after being discharged, he accused me of practicing medicine illegally. He claimed I had made him permanently disabled. I asked my wife to back me up. But instead, she said to me, “I told you not to act recklessly, but you wouldn’t listen. Now look at what has happened!” The hospital security footage even showed that I did not follow the standard surgical procedure. I had no way to defend myself. In the end, I was stabbed to death by Peter’s wife, Janet White, who had been financially supporting him. Even during my dying moments, I could not understand why the surveillance showed that I was not following the medical protocol! When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Peter came in for his initial examination.

"Everyone says Alpha Damon is legendary in bed. That every woman who climbs into his bed leaves ruined… only to crawl back, begging for more." But me? I don’t believe rumors. I confirm them. ~ ~ When Natasha Rutherford’s evil twin sister Katherina betrays her by stealing her mate and destroying her life. Revenge becomes the only thing on her mind. And what better way to destroy the evil twin sister… Than taking what was meant for her? With Katherina’s golden invitation card in hand, Natasha impersonates her and infiltrates the infamous Alpha Damon’s Mating and Marking Consort—a ritual where the ruthless Supreme Alpha Damon claims women in search of his true mate. They say no woman leaves him the same. But Natasha isn’t going there blindly. She has two goals. First… to confirm if the rumors are true. Second… to watch her sister lose her mind when she realizes her place has been stolen. But what she doesn't know is— Alpha Damon is not a man to be played with and he doesn’t just touch women. He Ruins. He breaks them. And her? She’s nowhere near ready for what waits behind the doors of his kingdom. And if she thinks she’s stepping into his bed for revenge… Then she has no idea what she’s walking into. Because Alpha Damon’s bed isn’t just a place of pleasure— It’s a trap. And once you fall in… There’s no escape. Note: This book is dark romance, strictly rated 🔞 and not for viewers below 18 please.