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 116 - Damien's Teenage Crush and a Somber Anniversary


The room went deadly silent after Victoria's brazen question. I stared at her in horror, heat rushing to my cheeks.


"Victoria!" I hissed, mortified. "You can't just ask people things like that!"


But Damien didn't seem offended. Instead, a thoughtful expression crossed his face as he lowered himself onto the armchair across from us. His eyes, those impossibly deep blue eyes, drifted from Victoria to me.


"When did I first fall for Hazel?" he repeated slowly, as if savoring the question. 


Victoria leaned forward eagerly. "Yes. Was it love at first sight? Or did it develop over time?"


I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. But part of me—the part that had been wondering about this very thing—desperately wanted to hear his answer.
