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 57 - Rising Star, Fallen Rival, and a Husband's Delusion


After Mrs. Sterling's birthday party, my phone wouldn't stop buzzing with appointment requests. In just one night, I'd gained fifteen new VIP clients—all society ladies who had previously treated me like I was invisible. My design studio was suddenly booked solid for the next three months.


"Ms. Ashworth, there's another call from Mrs. Vanderbilt," my assistant informed me. "She's asking if you could possibly squeeze her in for a consultation this week?"


I couldn't help but smile. Two weeks ago, Caroline Vanderbilt had snubbed me at a charity function. Now she was practically begging for my time.


"Tell her I can see her next Thursday at 2 PM. That's my first available slot," I replied, knowing exactly how valuable my time had suddenly become.
