Vince Mcmahon Plastic Surgery

“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.”

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.

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.

"Mr. Jack, why are you secretly f*cking me? You've broken our contract marriage agreement!" *** In order to pay for her mother's surgery cost of about $10,000 dollars, Kate Sydnee was forced to accept a contract marriage with a disabled billionaire who was confined to a wheelchair. He is Jackson Mattew, a billionaire who has a lot of secrets in his life!

I was six months pregnant when my husband, Michael Greene, shoved me off the edge of a yacht during a birthday party. Why? Because Lily Clement, his childhood sweetheart, had fallen into the water, and apparently, the yacht was too small for all three of us. After being pulled from the ocean, suffering from hypothermia and shock, I was taken to the hospital. Doctors determined that emergency surgery was necessary and required a family member's consent. However, no matter how many times they called, Michael never picked up. At the same time, lying in a hospital bed, I scrolled through Lily’s Instagram and saw the post she shared just hours earlier. It was a photo of the two of them, soaked but clinging to each other like lovers out of a movie. "Sometimes love comes from the most unexpected places. Thank you for always being there for me—quietly, selflessly, unshakably." That was all I needed. The day I was discharged, I left Michael a signed divorce agreement. If he wanted to be her knight in shining armor, I’d let him.

Jake Joe was a cop before he started the job of a bodyguard, he handled so many jobs and most of the time he loses his job because of his arrogant way of life. His boss Alexander, an agency who hires out bodyguards to people who need protection never gave him full details about the new job he gave to him. He took the new job because his boss Alexander told him that he will get paid triple times than his normal pay. Jake wasn't aware that it was a job to guard a blind beauty damsel Anastasia. Anastasia is a young lady who was beautiful, she hated bodyguard's because she was raped by one. She thought Jake would be like others but later on she fell in love with him and wished she could see him one day. She has been blind for eight years. She became blind because she was involved in a fatal accident that led to the death of her mom, Mr. Bruce's wife. Both of them loved each other. But their major threat was Ronald, the man who tried to kill Anastasia. When Mr. Bruce found out what was happening between his daughter and Jake, he got Jake fired and that became the worst mistake he made because the person protecting his daughter from Ronald is now gone. Anastasia was depressed and never looked at the man called Xander whom her father wanted her to get married to. After a while Jake took up a decision to protect Anastasia no matter what. Few years past, Anastasia's father found a doctor who was capable of restoring his daughter's eyes through surgery. She flew from California to Indian for the surgery, after the surgery Anastasia was able to see again. They got married at last

Pregnant. It wasn't possible. My mate was impotent, doomed to be the first Alpha in generations unable to produce heirs. Yet this cheap plastic stick I had bought on a whim seemed to suggest otherwise. I swiped at the beads of sweat gathering along my hairline, my breaths coming faster. "This can't be right," I muttered. But the crimson line remained, taunting me. My wolf stirred restlessly, a pleased rumble echoing through our bond. "A pup! Our Alpha's pup," she purred. I pressed a hand to my still-flat stomach, emotions churning wildly. Of course I was overjoyed - as Luna, providing heirs was my most sacred duty. After nine months sharing Adrian's bed with no success, I had accepted my fate.

From the time I was ten until I turned eighteen, my parents made me write 299 IOUs. Every time I needed money, I had to borrow it and pay it back as an adult. Then I got into a car accident. I needed money for surgery but was still short by 3,000. With no other options, I went to my parents for help. But they just gave me cold smiles. “Clara, you’re eighteen now. We have no obligation to give you money anymore. If you need it, write another IOU.” While holding back tears, I wrote my 300th IOU. After my surgery, I saw my adopted sister’s social media post. In the pictures, she was celebrating her 18th birthday on a cruise. She was the center of attention, like a princess. My parents had given her a luxury apartment in the city and a Maserati as birthday gifts. Even my childhood friend was looking at her with love in his eyes. She said they were the ones she loved and thanked them for giving her the best of everything. I looked down at the crumpled IOU in my hand and suddenly laughed. Once I paid off my debt, I would no longer need such a family.

Our bridal room was set on fire, and my husband, a firefighter, was grievously wounded while trying to save me. I sent him to be saved at the hospital where Winnie Sloan, his childhood friend worked, but the surgery ended up being a failure, and my husband passed away. After the announcement that my husband was deceased, Winnie told me that his dying wish was that he wanted a child. Hearing that, I powered through my grief and used the sperm he had previously frozen to conceive a child through IVF, raising my son to be enrolled in the most prestigious university in the area. On the day of the celebration party, my son kicked me out and invited my husband and Winnie onto the stage as his 'biological parents', and that's when I found out that my husband had faked his death. All those years ago, he and Winnie had swapped out the embryo I'd conceived in secret. The son I had painstakingly given birth to and raised turned out to have no blood relation to me whatsoever. Meanwhile, my husband had been enjoying a luxurious life overseas with Winnie while waiting for a chance to reconnect with his son. In my rage, I confronted them and demanded an explanation, but ended up dying because they pushed me down the stairs. When I came to, I was back to the day of the fire.

"Hi CEO, I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do" Ashley loved him more than a woman could love a man. But, after a six year relationship CEO Thomas McMahon dumped her on their engagement night to be with his betrothed bride. Ashley is bitter and out for vengeance. Nothing would provoke her ex more than to see her moving on with the one guy he hates the most, so that's exactly what she plans to do! Date Aiden McCurdy, who is obnoxiously hot, successful, a notorious playboy and absolutely not her type. But what happens when Aiden is too hot for her to handle? His every touch... movement...kiss is torment - one she is willing to endure. Will she risk falling in love for the second time? Or will revenge be enough when her ex returns on his knees begging her for a second chance? If you're a fan of steamy romance with a little...or a lot of twists. Then grab your popcorn and start reading!! I love active readers, so please make sure you comment as you read, and support me with your gems too.