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 24 - Bidding War for a Lost Legacy


"Forty-five million," I announced, raising my paddle with a steadiness that belied the storm raging inside me.


The auctioneer's eyes gleamed with undisguised excitement. "Forty-five million from paddle number 42. Do I hear fifty?"


Julian's paddle shot up instantly, without even a moment's hesitation. He still hadn't bothered to turn around and face me.


"Fifty million from paddle number 27. Do I hear fifty-five?"


I gripped my paddle tighter, taking a deep breath. The jade bracelet glimmered under the spotlights, its intricate dragons and phoenixes dancing in eternal harmony. I could almost hear my mother's voice, telling me stories about how it had been passed down through generations of women in her family before my father had taken everything.


"Fifty-five million," I said, my voice clear and firm.


Ivy turned in her wheelchair, her lips curled in a mocking smile. "You really want it, don't you, Hazel? How sweet."
