Reese

After six years of loving Julian Grayson and literally keeping him alive with her rare blood donations, Hazel Ashworth is just three days away from becoming his wife when he calls to cancel their wedding. 
The reason? Her half-sister Ivy has been diagnosed with terminal cancer and her dying wish is to marry Julian instead. Hazel watches in horror as Julian takes her handcrafted wedding dress to Ivy, who plans to wear it while stealing not just Hazel's fiancé, but her entire wedding—same venue, same date, even the same cake flavor. 
It's a devastating replay of their childhood, where Ivy's mother Eleanor destroyed Hazel's family by seducing her father and driving her mother to suicide, then spent years pushing Hazel out while Ivy took everything that was once hers. 
But this time, Hazel refuses to break like her mother did. She demands Julian's entire company and two million dollars as compensation, then shows up at the hospital to deliver Ivy's "wedding gift" in the most explosive way possible.
As Ivy plays the perfect dying victim and Julian remains blind to her manipulation, Hazel begins to suspect that her half-sister's illness might not be as terminal as everyone believes. When Ivy has the audacity to ask Hazel to witness her wedding to Julian, the gloves come off completely. 
Now Hazel must decide how far she's willing to go to expose the truth and reclaim what's rightfully hers, even if it means destroying the man she once loved in the process.

The Billionaire Backs Me Up

Chapter 118 - Family Concerns and an Unexpected Admirer


As Damien left my apartment after lunch, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and anxiety. The meeting with my grandmother and aunt had gone surprisingly well, but I knew the real conversation was about to begin. Grandma's sharp eyes followed him to the door, assessing his every move.


"Such impeccable manners," she commented as the door closed behind him. "Though I suppose that's to be expected from someone of his background."


I busied myself with gathering the empty takeout containers, balancing awkwardly to avoid putting weight on my injured knee. "He's just naturally considerate."


Aunt Esther swooped in and took the containers from my hands. "Sit down, Hazel. You're supposed to be resting that knee." She guided me to the couch where Grandma was already settling herself.


I sank into the cushions, preparing for the interrogation I knew was coming. The silence stretched for a moment before Grandma spoke.
