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 stared at the plain white wall of the waiting room, watching the minutes tick by on the institutional clock. Three hours had passed since Director Chen and Investigator Wong had left me alone "to consider my situation." My back ached from the uncomfortable plastic chair, and hunger gnawed at my stomach.


This was a tactic—isolate me, wear me down, make me desperate enough to sign whatever documents they put in front of me. I understood the game, but knowing the rules didn't make playing any easier.


The door swung open. A young staff member I hadn't seen before stood in the doorway, looking slightly confused.


I blinked, certain I'd misheard her. "Excuse me?"


"You're free to leave," she repeated, gesturing toward the hallway. "Someone's here for you."


I stood slowly, suspicion replacing relief. This sudden freedom felt like another trap. But as I stepped into the hallway, my breath caught in my throat.


An Unexpected Rescue