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 35 - The Bangle Bargain and a Blood-Chilling Truth


Damien's words echoed in my mind long after our roadside encounter. The intensity in his eyes had left me breathless, and the memory of his cologne lingered like a ghost.


My phone pinged with a notification. A message from Damien.


"Are you free this weekend? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."


My heart fluttered. The message was simple, but it sent electricity through my veins. I typed and deleted multiple responses before settling on a casual "Yes, I'm available. What did you have in mind?"


I hit send and immediately regretted not waiting longer. Would I seem too eager? Before I could spiral further into overthinking, my phone rang. The screen displayed "Harrison Ashworth" – my father.


My stomach dropped. Last I'd heard, he was still in detention following the scandal with his company. Why was he calling me?


Against my better judgment, I answered. "Hello?"
