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 109 - Damien's Revelation: Secrets of a Drunken Night


"Now it's your turn," Damien said, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. "Tell me about Julian."


I nearly choked on my tea. "Excuse me?"


"You asked about my past relationships. It's only fair I get to ask about yours." His tone was light, but I detected an underlying seriousness.


"That's different," I protested, setting down my cup. "Julian is... complicated."


"All the more reason to discuss him." Damien folded his hands on the table. "Consider it part of our little game. I've answered your questions honestly. Now it's your turn."


I squirmed in my seat. The hotpot steamed between us, the spicy aroma suddenly less appetizing as memories of my ex-fiancé surfaced.


"Fine," I sighed, relenting. "What do you want to know?"


"Everything." His eyes locked with mine. "When did you meet? Why did you stay with him for six years? Did you truly love him?"
