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 127 - Public Displays and a Lioness's Roar


Damien's face was inches from mine, his gaze dropping to my lips as the party continued around us. The moment hung suspended between us, electric and fragile. My heart hammered against my ribs as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin.


Then he stopped, a small frown creasing his forehead.


"Your leg," he murmured, eyes flickering down to where I was unconsciously shifting my weight. "You've been standing too long."


I hadn't even realized the dull ache that had been building. Trust Damien to notice my discomfort before I did.


"It's nothing," I insisted, not wanting to break this moment between us.


He smiled, that tender expression that made my insides melt. "Let me take you home."


Before I could protest, he'd made our excuses to Chloe, who shot me a knowing wink that made me blush. Minutes later, we were sliding into the backseat of his car, the privacy partition already raised.
