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 49 - An Unmoved Heart, A Dazzling Night, and a Dreaded Link to the Past


Eleanor dropped to her knees on the sidewalk, her designer pants hitting the dirty concrete. "Please, Hazel," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything."


I stared down at the woman who had made my life hell for fifteen years. The woman who had smiled with false sweetness while whispering poison into my father's ear. The woman who had encouraged Ivy's cruelty toward me. And now here she was, kneeling before me, desperate.


Julian stood beside her, swaying slightly. He looked terrible—the blood donation had clearly taken its toll on him. His eyes were sunken, his skin sallow. He'd always been handsome, but now he looked like a ghost of himself.


"Get up," I said coldly to Eleanor. "You're making a scene."


She remained on her knees. "I don't care. I'll beg if I have to. My daughter is dying."
