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 121 - A Public Stand and a Surprising Vow


The courthouse steps shimmered under the midday sun as I wheeled myself out into the fresh air, breathing deeply for what felt like the first time in months. Divorced. Finally free. The weight of Julian's name had been legally removed from mine.


"We should celebrate," Victoria declared, strutting beside me in her designer heels. "I've already booked us a table at La Maison. Cherry's meeting us there."


I smiled, grateful for my friends' support. "Sounds perfect. I could use a glass of champagne after—"


The sharp voice cut through my moment of peace. I turned to see Mrs. Landon, Julian's mother, marching toward us with several Grayson family members trailing behind her. Her face was contorted with fury, designer handbag swinging wildly from her arm.


"Great," Victoria muttered. "The vultures have arrived."
