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 132 - From Morning Kisses to an Evening Invitation


I woke to the gentle chime of a text message. Squinting at my phone screen, I saw Damien's name.


"Good morning, beautiful. I'll pick you up for work in an hour."


I smiled, still not used to this level of attention. Ever since we'd agreed to meet his grandfather this weekend, Damien had been even more attentive than usual—if that was possible.


After showering and dressing in a navy pencil skirt and cream blouse, I heard my doorbell ring precisely one hour later. Damien's punctuality was something I could set my watch by.


"You don't have to drive me every day," I said as I opened the door, though the protest died on my lips when I saw him standing there in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, holding a coffee cup from my favorite café.


"I want to," he replied simply, handing me the coffee. "Is that so terrible?"
