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 80 - Julian's Desperate Gambit and Dark Demand


The morning after arranging lunch with Damien, I felt lighter than I had in years. The burden of owing him money had weighed on me far more than I'd admitted to myself. Now, with seventy million repaid and Damien's imminent visit to my studio, I hummed while I worked, fingers flying over fine silk as I made final adjustments to his custom suit.


"You're in an unusually good mood," Cherry remarked, organizing fabric swatches nearby. "Does this have anything to do with a certain Mr. Sterling coming here today?"


I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "I'm just glad to have repaid most of my debt."


"Right," she drawled, unconvinced. "That's definitely why we spent three hours cleaning this place yesterday."


I threw a scrap of fabric at her, which she dodged with practiced ease.


"Don't you have work to do?" I asked, trying to sound stern despite my smile.
