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 83 - A V-Neck Confession and a Sinister Summons


"Would you... like some tea?" I offered, though I was certain Damien would decline. Something had shifted between us, and I couldn't understand what or why.


To my surprise, he nodded. "Tea would be nice."


I busied myself with the electric kettle in the corner of my studio, trying to ignore the awkward tension that had settled between us. When I turned back with two steaming cups, I found Damien staring at me with an unreadable expression.


"Here you go," I said, passing him a cup.


"Hazel," he began, his voice sounding strained. "There's something I need to point out, and I'm not quite sure how to say it delicately."


My heart plummeted. Was he going to tell me he'd noticed my unprofessional attraction to him? That I'd made him uncomfortable? I braced myself, clutching my teacup like a shield.
