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 15 - Intimate Measures and Unspoken Ties


I stared up at Damien, his tall frame towering over me as I clutched my measuring tape like a lifeline. The solarium suddenly felt warmer than before.


"Yes, Mr. Sterling—I mean, Damien," I stammered, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism. "If you have time now, I can take your measurements."


He smiled, a hint of amusement playing at his lips. "I always have time for important matters, Ms. Ashworth."


Cherry approached with her tablet. "Should I note the requirements for Mr. Sterling's suit, Hazel?"


"Yes, please." I was grateful for her interruption. It gave me a moment to compose myself. "We'll need a formal suit, so we should take complete measurements."


Mrs. Sterling rose from her seat. "Let's give them some space, ladies. Perhaps we can move to the east drawing room for more tea while Hazel works."


I shot her a panicked look. Was she leaving me alone with her son?
