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 77 - Unspoken Desires in a Midnight Ride


I couldn't believe I had just told Damien Sterling about my failed modeling career—and my bust size, of all things. The words had tumbled out before I could stop them, and now they hung in the air between us as we pulled up to my apartment building.


Chloe stretched dramatically, her fake slumber apparently over. "Well, wasn't that a lovely ride?" she asked with an innocent smile that fooled no one.


I shot her a look that said I knew exactly what she'd been doing. Her matchmaking efforts were about as subtle as a marching band.


"It was... educational," Damien replied, his voice perfectly controlled despite the tension I could feel radiating from him. Our thighs were still pressed together in the confines of the backseat, neither of us making any effort to move apart despite having more room now that Chloe had shifted.


"Educational?" Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Is that what we're calling it?"
