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 50 - The Uninvited Witness to a Scandalous Claim


My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I forced myself to keep walking beside Damien, hyperaware of that Bentley pulling into the driveway. Each step felt like I was wading through quicksand. If Elias Easton had witnessed that scene outside Julian's apartment, I was doomed.


"Hazel?" Damien's deep voice cut through my panic. "You've gone completely pale."


I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "That car... I think I've seen it before."


"Where exactly?" His eyes narrowed with concern.


There was no escape now. I'd have to face this head-on.


"Can we walk somewhere private for a minute?" I asked, barely managing to keep my voice steady. "I need to tell you something before we run into Mr. Easton."


Damien nodded and smoothly guided me away from the main entrance toward a secluded garden alcove. Tall hedges created a natural barrier, and a stone bench offered a place to sit. The evening air felt cool against my flushed skin.
