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 107 - A Beacon in the Storm, A Question in His Eyes


The hospital corridor felt like it stretched for miles as I paced back and forth, my heels clicking against the sterile floor. The fluorescent lights overhead cast harsh shadows across my face, reflecting the worry etched into every line. My grandmother—my pillar of strength, the woman who had shaped me into who I am—was lying in a hospital bed, machines beeping steadily around her.


"Ms. Ashworth?" A doctor approached me, clipboard in hand. "Your grandmother is stable now. The myocardial infarction was mild, fortunately, but we need to keep her under observation for at least 48 hours."


Relief washed over me like a wave. "Thank you, doctor. Can I see her?"


He nodded. "Of course. She's awake now, but try not to excite her."


I slipped into the room where Grandmother lay, looking so much smaller than I remembered against the white hospital sheets. Her eyes fluttered open when I approached.
