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 40 - A Birthday Fit for a Queen, and One Last Surprise


"Oh my God, it's you!" I nearly dropped my drink when I saw the stylish young woman approaching our table. It was the same person who had given me a ride that day in the Porsche—the supposed ride-share driver who'd mysteriously appeared when I needed help.


Victoria grinned wickedly at my reaction. "I see you two have already met."


The woman flashed me a dazzling smile and extended her hand. "Formally this time. I'm Chloe Chase."


"Hazel Ashworth," I replied automatically, still trying to process this coincidence.


"Not a coincidence at all," Victoria explained, reading my expression perfectly. "Chloe here is the one who helped scrub those nasty comments about you online."


My eyes widened. "That was you? But how—"


Chloe shrugged elegantly. "Let's just say I have connections in the right places. It was nothing, really."
