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 56 - Beneath the Surface: A Debt Revealed and Favor Returned


The sound of our laughter faded into the night as I gathered myself, wiping tears of mirth from my eyes. Who would have thought the imposing Damien Sterling had once been a firecracker-wielding troublemaker?


"I still can't picture you as a delinquent," I admitted, still smiling.


Damien's eyes softened as he looked at me. "There's something I need to tell you, Hazel. Something I should have mentioned sooner."


The sudden shift in his tone made me tense. "What is it?"


He took a deep breath. "Your help that day with the dog bite and the fever—it wasn't just a small favor. You saved my life."


I stared at him, confused. "What? How?"


"The dog that bit me belonged to one of the higher-ranking officers. It had rabies." His voice was measured, controlled. "And the fever? It wasn't just any fever. It was the beginning of sepsis from an infected wound."


My hand flew to my mouth. "But you seemed okay when I left..."
