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 91 - Sterling's Stand: "I Can Wait"


I sank back into the plush leather seat of Damien's car, intending to just close my eyes and pretend to sleep. It seemed like the easiest way to avoid conversation after that loaded lunch with his mother. The gentle hum of the engine, combined with the warmth of the heated seats and the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers against falling snow, had other ideas.


Before I knew it, my fake sleep became real. Deep, consuming sleep.


When I finally stirred, I was momentarily disoriented. A weight lay across my body—something heavy but soft. It took me several seconds to realize it was Damien's coat draped over me like a blanket. Even more alarmingly, we were parked outside my company building.


"What time is it?" I mumbled, straightening up and rubbing my eyes.


"Almost 2:30," Damien replied, his voice tinged with amusement.


I shot upright, fully awake now. "2:30? I've been asleep for an hour and a half?!"
