Vince Mcmahon Plastic Surgery

Dharna, a lone wolf, had been living tough life since her parent's mysterious death. Apart from it, her little sister, Ritika had a terminal disease that needed surgery and for it she needed money. Dharna worked harder but didn't collect enough money until one day she met with an accident and the culprit left her a blank cheque. Dharna took the money for her sister's surgery. She was over the moon that her sister had finally saved and she went to the club with her friend to relax which she had not done for two years. During this, she got involved in one night stand with someone when she was drunk with a dose of Wolfs bane. Dharna fled without looking at the stranger's face. then she found that the stranger and the person she had accident with were the same person. Both could not resist each other and started to have affair but soon Dharna found herself pregnant amidst the chaotic situation. ***** What will Dharna's reaction be? Who was the stranger who gave her the cheque? With whom she had a one-night stand? and most important, what was the mystery behind her parent's death?

“Doctor we’ve been asked to pull the plug.” Hannah could hear someone say from the far end of the operating room. “But if we do, she would die.” The Doctor replied. “The husband says he’s not changing his decision. That’s what he wants.” The man stated and left. Hannah couldn’t believe her ears. “Hayes told them to pull the plug, even though I still have a high chance of survival?” ~~~~~~~ The last words Hannah hears before she dies is the communicated verdict of her husband, sentencing her to death on the day of her surgery operation. Hannah is reborn three years back in time, but this time she isn’t the same timid, devoted wife. She is now a fierce Pheonix who has risen from the ashes with a thirst for revenge against those who have betrayed her. In her journey to reclaim her worth, allies are made and connections are formed but enemies lurks at every corner. Would the path Hannah chooses to thread give her what she seeks or would it consume and destroy her? And having being scarred before, would Hannah still give the flames of love another chance if it arises? Read to find out.

Renvie Montefalcon. Tanyag. Spoiled brat. Mayaman. Pero sa pagbabalik ng kanyang alaala, nag-iba ang takbo ng buhay niya. Isa siyang impostor. Siya si Enya, isang naghihikahos sa buhay pero hiram ang mukha niya sa nagngangalang Renvie na matagal ng patay. Sumailalim siya sa isang facial transplant surgery four years ago gamit ang preserved face ng namayapang dalaga. Nanumbalik ang lahat ng sakit nang maalala niya ang nakaraan nang tuluyan siyang gumaling sa amnesia. Nagbalatkayo siya sa katauhan ni Renvie para balikan ang nag-iisang lalaki na kanyang minahal noon, si Braylon, ang taong nagbigay pasakit sa kanya. Gusto lamang niyang maghiganti para maibalik ang lahat ng sakit na pinaranas nito noon pero bakit siya umibig sa kapatid nito? Naging masalimuot ang balak sana niyang paghihiganti nang umeksena ang guwapo nitong kapatid na si Brander, isang NBI agent. Magiging lihim pa ba ang lahat kung nagsisimula nang alamin ni Brander ang kanyang pagbabalatkayo?

Synopsis Sa mata ng lahat, si Safara Gomez ay isang simpleng estudyanteng nerd na walang kapansin-pansin—laging nakasuot ng makapal na salamin at simpleng damit. Ngunit ang hindi nila alam, si Safara ay anak ng isang mayamang angkan, may taglay na katangi-tanging ganda, at itinago lamang ang kanyang tunay na pagkatao upang makaiwas sa mapanirang intriga ng mundo ng mga mayayaman. Sa kabila ng kanyang pagpapakumbaba, hindi siya nakaligtas sa pang-aapi ng mga kaklase, lalo na ng elitistang grupo ni Sabrina. Gayunpaman, nanatili siyang matatag dahil sa pangarap na makatapos ng pag-aaral. Ngunit isang pustahan mula kay Vince Rosales, ang gwapo at sikat na campus heartthrob, ang nagdala sa kanya sa pinakamasakit na karanasan sa buhay niya. Sa gitna ng pagkabigo at pagkasira ng puso, napilitan si Safara na ilantad ang kanyang tunay na katauhan sa isang grandeng beauty pageant na ginanap sa kanilang campus. Sa kabila ng pagkagulat ng lahat, siya ang naging sentro ng atensyon at itinanghal bilang reyna ng gabi. Ngunit hindi iyon ang huling sorpresa ni Safara—sa parehong gabi, iniwan niya ang eskwelahan, dala ang pangakong babalik siya hindi para magpatawad, kundi para maghiganti sa mga taong nagmalupit sa kanya. Handa na si Safara na muling ipakita ang kanyang lakas at talino. Ngunit paano kung ang kanyang pagbabalik ay hindi lang magdulot ng hustisya, kundi muling buhayin din ang sugatang puso?

"100 million dollars. All you have to do is carry birth my child and I'll pay you in full to get the hell out of our lives and never show your your face again." ************** Becoming a surrogate mother was the hardest decision Scarlett Stone had to make! Her husband needed to undergo a surgery or lose his life. The only option she had to save her husband was to give up her body. In the end, she chose to take up the job, just to save her husband. However, she becomes shattered when the child gets taken away from her by the man whose face she has never seen, but she got double of the promised amount. Now she's back, will her husband forgive her for getting pregnant for another man, even though she did it to save his life? What happens next when the masked billionaire finds her again and asks her to be his contract wife? Will she agree to another contract? Or will she fight her growing feelings for this billionaire who has several darker secrets to hide from her? The only way to find out is to read this book!

The Sullivan brothers had always treated me like I was their whole world. That changed the day I was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor. The pain soon grew unbearable, and I was told I might lose my memories if I opted for surgery. I reached out to the brothers. I did not want to forget them, and I needed their help. However, when the call connected, the only thing I heard was an icy, sharp voice. "Summer, it's Yvonne's birthday today. Can you not ruin it for once?" I blacked out from the pain. When I woke up in the hospital, there was a message from Yvonne on my phone. "Summer, the boys gave me these lucky charms for protection." Attached was a photo of three silver pendants, each engraved with the brothers' initials. I knew those pendants well. I had spent seven hours in the freezing rain just to get them blessed. That was the moment I gave up. I went abroad alone for the surgery, and with it, all my memories of the brothers faded away. I completely forgot about them until one day, three strangers knocked on my door, begging like madmen for my forgiveness.

The mother of Mr. Burr, the hospital director, was critically ill and needed emergency surgery. My wife, wanting to help her beloved crush, Cedric Grey, take the spotlight, deliberately kept the surgery time from me. By the time I finally arrived—late, Mr. Burr stopped me from entering the operating room and scolded me harshly for being unprofessional and unethical. Once I realized what my wife was doing, I handed the lead surgeon position over to her beloved crush. “Well, since you're so eager to shine,” I said coldly, “you’d better not screw it up.” The nurses tried to talk me out of it. They said I was being impulsive, that this was a rare chance to prove myself. However, none of them knew that I was the only doctor in the entire country capable of performing this rare and complex heart valve surgery. Even if Cedric managed to buy time with some miracle drug and made it look like the patient was improving, without my diagnosis and surgical skills, the operation was doomed to fail. And when that happens, he’d be held responsible. As for my wife, her blind favoritism would come back to haunt her.

I was dying of kidney failure. Henry Colombo—the ruthless Mafia heir who once swore he’d burn the world to keep me alive— found me a donor. But the price… was her. Susan Miller, the woman who’d always lingered between us, smiled as she set her terms: “Be mine for one month. Pretend you love me—and I’ll save her life.” He agreed. He said it was just to save me. But every lie, every kiss, every photo she posted online was another nail in my coffin. Each time the surgery drew near, she invented a new delay—a fever, a nightmare, a tender bruise. And Henry believed her. He always believed her. The night my heart flatlined on the operating table, he was across the city, feeding her grapes under candlelight, whispering her name—the name of the woman who had let me die. When he finally learned the truth—that every tear she shed was rehearsed, every promise she made was poison— he destroyed everything. Her lies. Her wealth. Her family name. His own empire. But none of it brought me back.

I gave birth prematurely, just twenty days before the due date. Two hours after I entered the surgery room, I had a stillborn baby. I did not cry at all. I did not even spare a glance at the dead baby. I endured the pain from childbirth and calmly walked into the hospital nursery. After the door was tightly shut, I turned down the temperature of the air-conditioning. The temperature inside the nursery would be too cold for newborns to bear after an hour. The doctors and parents were begging me on their knees to let their babies live. They screamed and cried. They said I was a mother and hoped that I would understand. Instead, I laughed and said, “Yes, I was a mother. But my baby died!” The gynecologist knelt on the floor and begged, “We may be at fault for not being able to save your baby, but these babies are innocent! “Please don’t be reckless just because you lost your baby! You’re so young. You’ll have more babies in the future.” I gritted my teeth and roared, “But my baby isn’t dead! “She’s still alive. I’ll give you one hour. Bring her back to me!” But I was unsure if she would still be alive after an hour.

My mother fell critically ill and was rushed to the hospital. Desperate, I knelt before my fiancé—the department's chief surgeon—and begged him to take charge of her operation. But outside the ICU, he was carefully tending to a scraped knee. Lucy Wendell's scraped knee, to be exact. Just as I was drowning in hopelessness, Cameron Mitchell—the hospital director and my childhood friend—pushed open the operating room doors and handed me a marriage proposal. "Marry me, and I'll personally perform your mother's surgery." With trembling hands, I signed my name, clinging to the last shred of hope that she could be saved. But she never made it through that stormy night. Cameron handled all the funeral arrangements himself, and our wedding proceeded as scheduled. Seven years later, in the hushed silence of the hospital archives, I overheard Cameron speaking with the deputy director. "Cameron, why did you transfer your mother-in-law's organ to Lucy's mother during that surgery? Weren't you afraid of getting caught?" "I owed Lucy," he replied. "If I hadn't hesitated back then, Lucy never would've chosen medical aid work in Africa… and her mother wouldn't have fallen ill from the grief."