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

The sleek black car slid through city traffic, a cocoon of silence surrounding us. Damien's words at the courthouse steps still echoed in my mind. Had he really just promised to marry me in front of everyone? In front of Julian?


"You're overthinking again," Damien said softly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I can practically hear the gears turning in your head."


I shifted in my seat, turning slightly to face him. "Can you blame me? You just announced to half the city that you're planning to marry me."


His lips curved into that confident smile I'd come to know so well. "And that troubles you?"


"It's just..." I searched for the right words. "We've never even discussed marriage, Damien. And now the Graysons will be even more determined to come after me."


He reached over, his warm hand covering mine. "Let them try. I meant what I said, Hazel. Every word."


My heart fluttered traitorously, but uncertainty lingered. "This isn't a game to me."


Chapter 122