Claire Winters

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called.

The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less.

The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her.

Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag.

But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching.

You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously?

Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly.

Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.

The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption

"I—I'm in advanced training," Gloria stammered, clearly caught off guard by Mrs. Sinclair's direct question. "My instructors say I'll be ready for a solo concert soon."


Mrs. Sinclair's expression remained politely skeptical. "How nice. I look forward to receiving an invitation when that day comes."


The dismissal in her tone was unmistakable. Gloria's face flushed deeper, her humiliation complete as several nearby guests exchanged knowing glances.


Before Gloria could respond, Liana stepped forward with a recovery attempt. "Hazel is quite talented," she said with false warmth. "We've always been proud to consider her family."


I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The audacity of this woman to claim me as family after everything they'd done was beyond comprehension.


"Family?" I repeated, my voice steady despite the anger churning inside me. "Mrs. Langdon, let's be clear. Your son married my stepsister, not me. Ivy is your family, not me."


Targeted by the Elite