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 74 - The Price of Interference: Hazel's Cunning Move


I sank into the plush sofa in my apartment, finally allowing myself a moment of relaxation after the confrontation with Eleanor. The memory of hot chocolate splashing across her designer coat brought a smile to my face, though I knew the satisfaction would be short-lived. Eleanor wasn't one to give up easily.


My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, expecting it might be Damien checking in, but instead saw "Aunt Martha" flashing on the display. I hesitated, my finger hovering over the reject button. Aunt Martha was my father's sister—not exactly someone I was eager to speak with these days.


With a sigh, I answered. "Hello, Aunt Martha."


"Hazel, dear," her voice came through, dripping with artificial warmth. "It's been too long since we've spoken."


"Three years, I believe," I replied coolly. "Not since you told me I was being 'difficult' for refusing to give Dad access to my trust fund."
