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

The receptionist's face twisted with surprise when I walked into Ashworth Enterprises the next morning. I couldn't blame her. I hadn't set foot in my father's company since I was eighteen.


"Miss Ashworth?" she stammered, quickly recovering her professional poise. "Do you have an appointment?"


"I don't need one," I replied, striding toward Harrison's office. "He's my father."


She half-rose from her chair. "But he's in a meeting—"


I pushed past her without slowing down. Six years of bottled-up resentment propelled me forward. I needed that money, and I deserved it. The shares that should have come to me through my mother had been manipulated into my father's control after her death. What I was asking for wasn't charity—it was restitution.


I flung open Harrison's office door without knocking.


He looked up from his desk, phone pressed to his ear. His eyes widened momentarily before narrowing into slits of annoyance.


Chapter 20