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 48 - New Beginnings, Old Burdens: An Invitation and a Painful Demand


Damien finished his call and set his phone down, his attention returning to me with that unsettling intensity that always made my stomach flutter.


"Work emergency handled?" I asked, hoping to move past the awkward moment about my drunken night. 


"For now." He took a sip of his coffee, studying me over the rim. "You don't need to keep worrying about that night, Hazel. Nothing happened that you should be embarrassed about."


I wasn't convinced, but decided to let it go. For now.


"So," I said, desperate to change the subject, "do you always carry extra watches in case drunk women vomit near your expensive ones?"


His lips quirked up in that half-smile that did strange things to my pulse. "Only for very special drunk women."


I felt my cheeks heat again. Damien Sterling's flirting was subtle but unmistakable, and I still hadn't figured out how to respond without sounding like a complete idiot.
