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

Cherry's suggestion that Mr. Vance might have feelings for me lingered in my mind as I prepared for bed that night. The possibility seemed absurd – he was my investor, nothing more. Our relationship had always been strictly professional, despite those moments when his gaze might have lingered a second too long.


I decided then and there to maintain clear boundaries. The last thing I needed was another complication in my already chaotic life.


My phone buzzed with an unknown number as I was setting my alarm. Against my better judgment, I answered.


"Hazel." Julian's voice came through, weary and defeated. I hadn't heard from him directly in weeks, not since his sister's arrest.


My body tensed immediately. "How did you get this number?"


"Does it matter?" He sighed heavily. "We need to talk."


"We have nothing to discuss that can't go through our lawyers," I replied coldly, my finger hovering over the end call button.


Chapter 119