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 88 - Calculated Chaos and a Costly Decree


"Mrs. Grayson's demands are excessive and punitive in nature," Julian's lawyer declared, his voice echoing through the courtroom. "We contest the full settlement package as outlined."


I froze in my seat, blood draining from my face. This wasn't the plan. Julian had just promised me in the hallway that his lawyer would agree to all my terms.


My attorney leaned over. "Don't panic," she whispered. "This is likely a negotiation tactic."


But I could see the smug look on Julian's lawyer's face as he continued listing objections to every single item in our settlement agreement. Julian himself wouldn't meet my eyes, staring down at the table in front of him.


The betrayal stung anew. I should have known better than to trust him.


"Your Honor," I interjected, rising to my feet. "May I request a brief recess? I need to consult with my attorney."


The judge nodded. "We'll take fifteen minutes."
