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 105 - Confrontations and a Hundred-Step Promise


I felt my body tense as Mr. Grayson Sr.'s eyes locked with mine. His once-commanding presence now seemed diminished, his shoulders slightly hunched, his face marked with new worry lines. The last person I wanted to see at this hospital was anyone connected to Julian.


"Ms. Ashworth," he called, taking a step toward me. "Is it you? Are you here for Julian?"


I instinctively moved closer to Mr. Vance, who looked confused by the sudden tension radiating from me.


"Mr. Grayson," I acknowledged coldly. "No, I'm not here for Julian. I'm here because my colleague needed medical attention." I gestured to Mr. Vance's stitched forehead.


Something like disappointment flashed across his face. "I see. I thought perhaps... never mind."


I should have walked away. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to get in my car and drive off. But morbid curiosity got the better of me.


"Why would I be here for Julian?" I asked.
