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 watched in frozen horror as the liquid flew toward my face, my body refusing to move. Everything slowed down—the amber liquid catching the light, Gloria's hate-filled eyes, the collective gasp of the crowd.


"Hazel!" Cora's voice broke through my paralysis.


Instinct kicked in. I shoved Cora away from me with all my strength, sending her stumbling backward. At least she would be safe.


Then a dark blur shot in front of me. Sebastian.


He turned his back to Gloria, wrapping his arms around me and shielding me completely with his body. The liquid hit him with a sizzling hiss. The acrid smell of burning fabric and something worse filled the air.


"Sebastian!" My voice broke with terror.


His face contorted in pain, but he remained focused on me. "Are you hurt?"


"Your back!" I pushed at his chest. "Take off your jacket, now!"


Shielded from Hate