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 70 - An Unexpected Signature, An Unwanted Sermon


"Which hospital is he in?" I demanded, gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white.


Victoria's voice came back hesitant. "Hazel, are you sure this is a good idea? You know Julian's just manipulating the situation again."


"I need to see him with my own eyes." I paced my living room, already looking for my car keys. "I've waited too long for this divorce. If I have to bring the papers to his hospital bed myself, so be it."


After getting the hospital information from my lawyer, I drove there with determination hardening in my chest. The cool, antiseptic air hit me as I entered the private wing of St. Elisabeth Hospital, Julian's family's preferred medical facility. Everything about the place screamed wealth—from the marble floors to the tasteful artwork adorning the walls.


A nurse at the station looked up as I approached.


"I'm here to see Julian Grayson," I said firmly.
