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 36 - Doubt's Chilling Grip: A Painful Reckoning


Fear has a way of contaminating everything it touches. As the night wore on, my suspicions about Damien Sterling and his family grew like shadows stretching across my mind. Sleep evaded me completely. I tossed and turned, my imagination conjuring increasingly horrifying scenarios.


What if Julian had been right all along? What if the Sterlings were just using me? The thought sent ice through my veins.


I pulled my blanket tighter around my shoulders as dawn broke through my bedroom window. My rare blood type—the same one that had kept Julian alive for years—was it possible the Sterlings needed it too? Was that why Damien had appeared at my wedding, why his family had woven themselves so perfectly into my life?


My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Damien's name flashed across the screen.


My heart raced. Should I answer? What if this call was just another move in whatever game he was playing? I took a deep breath and picked up.
