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

The first aid team bandaged my knee with surprising efficiency, but every touch sent waves of pain shooting through my leg. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as our guide, Mike, finished securing the bandage.


"It's definitely a bad sprain, possibly worse," he said grimly. "You need to see a doctor as soon as possible."


I nodded, trying to maintain my composure despite the throbbing pain. Cherry hovered nearby, her face pale with concern and guilt.


"I'm so sorry, Ms. Ashworth," she said for what must have been the twentieth time. "If I hadn't slipped—"


"Stop apologizing," I cut her off, forcing a smile. "Better me than you. At least I didn't go over the edge."


Mr. Vance, our marketing manager, crouched beside me. "Can you stand at all, Hazel?"


With their help, I attempted to put weight on my injured leg. The second my foot touched the ground, pain exploded through my knee, and I nearly collapsed.


Chapter 113