Urgent Care Albion Mi

Three days after giving birth, my husband leaves me alone at home to care for the baby, saying that he needs to leave on an urgent business trip. Three days later, I've just arrived at the hospital when I see a family photo his childhood sweetheart has shared on her social media. It's captioned, "This was taken during a trip. We're a happy family of three." I'm surprised to see my husband grinning in the photo and comment on it with a question mark. He immediately calls me to reprimand me. "Do you know how hard it is for her as a single mother? She doesn't have a man to care for her. All I did was take a photo with her. Do you have to be so petty?" That evening, his childhood sweetheart shares a photo of some monetary gifts. "He insisted on giving me this after taking the family photo." I know my husband gave that to her to pacify her. This time, however, I'm ready to leave him.

A car accident leaves me unconscious for a full three years. When I wake up, my family bursts into tears of joy. They care for me with the utmost attention. But from their behavior, I sense something is wrong. There are women's clothes in the house that don't fit me. My mother's shopping cart is filled with mysterious baby items. My father's friends send congratulatory messages about a new child, and my husband is always working overtime. When my husband once again leaves me alone under the pretext that there is something urgent at the company, I secretly follow him. Inside a warmly decorated house, my parents and husband sit around a table. A woman who looks almost exactly like me is holding a baby just a few months old, gently coaxing the child to call my husband "Daddy".

I had just gotten hospitalization prior to my operation when my wife told me she was going on an urgent business trip, leaving me and our one-year-old daughter behind. Two days later, her childhood sweetheart proudly posted a family photo on social media with a caption that said: “Took a picture of our happy family of three on our trip!” I looked at my wife who was smiling tenderly in the picture and commented, “?” My wife immediately called and berated me, “He's a single father who doesn’t have a wife to help take care of his child! All I did was take a picture with them, what are you being so defensive about?” That same evening, her childhood sweetheart posted a picture of a million-dollar dowry given to him with the caption: “After we took the picture, she insisted on giving me this as a dowry.” I knew my wife gave it to him to appease him. But this time, I was going to leave her for good.

One rainy afternoon, Ezra Barlowe unexpectedly meets Shannon Christensen, a runaway heiress seeking refuge from years of abuse inflicted by her stepmother Clarisse and stepsister Karina Hillborne. Unaware of Ezra's fame and hidden billionaire status with connections to the European Mafia, Shannon turns to him for help. After seeing through her urgent needs, including medical care, the sparks between Shannon and Ezra were undeniable, leading them to end up in each other's arms and making love throughout the night. When Ezra learns about her circumstances, he then proposes a daring arrangement: Shannon becomes his contract lover for a year, agreeing to be his bedwarmer and fulfill his desires whenever, wherever, and however he pleases until their contract expires. In exchange, he will help her get revenge and retrieve her rightful place in the Christensen’s household and business. As they navigate this unconventional pact, both Shannon and Ezra slowly realize that their feelings for each other run deeper than it’s supposed to be. Amidst the family turmoil, corporate battles, crime revelations, yakuza-mafia wars, and heartfelt confessions, Ezra and Shannon's lives were anything but dull especially when they had each other to ignite their fiery passions night and day.

On the fifth year after marrying Giovanni Santoro, the Don of the Santoro family, he decides to make a public appearance with his mistress, Valentina Conti. He no longer denies the truth behind the romantic scandals. Videos of them that have been taken in secret, as well as salacious gossip featuring the two, are spread like wildfire in New Albion. It's an act of declaring ownership over Giovanni that he himself has silently permitted. There are even busybodies who don't know their place and decide to prod me for answers with smiles on their faces. "Does this mean someone else is going to replace you as the Donna of the family?" That night, the underworld of New Albion secretly goes through a thorough purge. I file for a divorce with Giovanni immediately before marrying his biggest enemy, Franco Messina. After that, the Santoro family goes into bankruptcy. Their power and authority easily crumble into dust. Giovanni kneels before me. With tears running down his face, he begs me for forgiveness. I just smile while waving the divorce agreement in my hand. "Sorry, but we're already divorced."

My Alpha, Ethan Alexander, and I are supposed to hold our private wedding this morning in Moonlight Forest. But he only shows up at the airport at the very last minute. Just as we are about to board, he gets an urgent phone call from his Omega assistant. "My dear, my future Luna, there's an important business deal back at the pack that I have to handle myself," he says apologetically, pulling me into a tight hug. "Why don't you go on ahead and have a good time while you wait? Just give me a few days. Once I've taken care of everything, I swear in the name of the Moon Goddess that I'll come running straight to you." Disappointment crashes over me like a wave, knocking the breath from my lungs. But pack matters always come first. I swallow the ache in my chest and force a smile as I tell him I understand. The moment Ethan turns and walks away, I rip my plane ticket into pieces. I decide to see for myself which foolish pack dares to bypass me, the true power behind Moonveil Pack and the only daughter of the Werewolf Alliance Leader. I try to negotiate a so-called important deal with an Alpha who holds the title but wields no real authority. After all, I had quietly taken back every bit of Moonveil Pack's territory and wealth just hours ago.

“You really should stop doing that, mi angeles,” he growled as she rubbed against his cock. " I'm seconds away from tearing your clothes apart, bending you over this desk and fucking your ass raw.” " What if that's what I want, uncle?” ~~~ Aaira is suddenly shipped off to her uncle after living twenty two years of her life as a sheltered princess. Life with her uncle is different. Freedom, friends and school; all things she never had. But there's also the slow burn tension between her and her uncle. Something she can't seem to fight off. They want each other and might not care that it's against the rules

Alpha Blake, the 2nd ranked Alpha sees the urgent need for pack expansion and takes a liking to the land of a neighbouring pack. He demands they sell the land to him but they refuse, claiming that it's forbidden to sell an ancestral land. Angered and feeling humiliated, he returns with his best warriors to attack them unawares. Little Lavana's pack is destroyed and she is taken to the enemy pack (Ralton pack) as a slave. She becomes the punching bag for the pack for over a decade.

Para devolverle a mi amor platónico el derecho de heredar su familia mafiosa, le di una de mis córneas. Sin embargo, cuando él recuperó la vista, mi familia prefirió que se casara con mi hermana mayor en lugar de conmigo. En mi vida pasada, intenté encontrarlo y explicarle todo, pero me rechazó. Por si fuera poco, mi familia me exilió y morí la noche de su boda con mi hermana. Y entonces, renací antes de mi exilio. Esta vez, decidí abandonar mi grupo mafioso y a mi amor platónico por voluntad propia... Pero, ¿aquel jefe mafioso despiadado? Él se derrumbó por completo.

My mother is hospitalized due to a terminal illness. She's in urgent need of a kidney transplant to save her life. I'm the only one who can perform the surgery, but I give the kidney to a stranger. My father and husband get on their knees before me on the day of the surgery. They beg me to save my mother. However, I shrug and say, "I can't do anything about this. A life is a life, regardless of who the person is. This is what she gets for coming late—death is waiting for her."