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 96 - Unexpected Kindness and an Old Rival's Taunts


The winter air bit at my cheeks as I stepped out of the high school auditorium, mentally checking off the delivery of my custom-designed outfits for their upcoming fashion show. My phone buzzed with a message from Clara, my college roommate.


"Just landed! Terminal B. Can't wait to see you!"


I smiled, quickening my pace toward my car. Clara and I hadn't seen each other in three years, and her impromptu visit for the weekend was exactly what I needed.


The airport was bustling when I arrived. I scanned the arrival board for Clara's flight while shivering in my thin blazer—I'd dressed for the indoor fashion meeting, not anticipating standing in the drafty airport terminal.


That familiar deep voice sent a warm flutter through my chest before I even turned around.


"Damien," I breathed, drinking in the sight of him in a perfectly tailored dark suit, carry-on bag in hand. "I didn't expect to see you here."
