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 62 - A Tender Gesture and a Twisted Vow


Damien returned to the table with a slight frown creasing his forehead. "I apologize, Hazel. There's an urgent situation at headquarters that requires my immediate attention."


"Don't worry about it," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. "Duty calls, right?"


He nodded, his expression softening as he looked at me. "I'd much rather stay here with you."


My heart fluttered at his words. I was still getting used to how directly he expressed his interest in me, so different from Julian's vague compliments that always felt rehearsed.


"Take care of that arm," Damien continued, gesturing to my newly bandaged wound. "And please, call me if you need anything. Anything at all."


I nodded, fingering the small tube of antibiotic ointment the doctor had left. "Thank you for this. It was... thoughtful."


"Hazel." His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "I want you to call me Damien when we're alone together. Not Mr. Sterling."
