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 71 - Bittersweet Closure and an Invitation's Promise


"He abused me my entire life," I continued, my voice trembling with barely contained fury. "My father stole my mother's inheritance, drove her to depression and death, and then tried to use me as his financial scapegoat. Don't you dare lecture me about family loyalty."


Julian's face paled even further, if that was possible. He looked away, fingers fidgeting with his hospital blanket.


"I know exactly what you meant," I cut him off. "You're trying to paint me as the villain in this story. It won't work anymore."


A heavy silence stretched between us. The beeping of his heart monitor seemed deafening in the quiet room.


"I could help him," Julian finally said, his voice soft and hesitant. "Your father. I have connections that could reduce his sentence."


I stared at him, dumbfounded. "Why would you do that?"
