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 117 - An Unforeseen Summit: Damien Lays His Heart Bare


The acupuncture session had left me drained but oddly peaceful. As Damien drove us back to my apartment, I leaned my head against the window, watching the city blur past.


"You should rest when we get home," Damien said, his deep voice breaking the comfortable silence. "Doctor's orders."


I smiled faintly. "I'm not that fragile."


"Humor me," he replied, flashing that half-smile that always made my heart skip.


When we reached my apartment building, Damien insisted on helping me inside despite my protests. His arm around my waist felt strong and reassuring as we made our way to the elevator. The memory of his confession about our shared past still played in my mind, making my skin tingle wherever he touched me.


As we approached my door, I fumbled for my keys, but before I could insert them into the lock, the door swung open.
