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

My face burned with embarrassment as Damien carried me toward his car. Cherry's wide-eyed stare and Mr. Vance's stunned expression only made it worse. What on earth was Damien thinking, kissing my forehead like that in front of my colleagues?


"I can walk," I whispered urgently, though we both knew it was a lie.


"No, you can't," Damien replied, his voice brooking no argument. His arms held me securely against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat oddly calming despite my mortification.


Mr. Vance stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Sir, if you'd like some help—"


"I've got her," Damien cut him off, his tone polite but dismissive. 


I caught the subtle display of territoriality in his voice and wanted to sink through the floor. Cherry was practically vibrating with curiosity beside us, and I knew office gossip would be rampant by Monday morning.


Chapter 114