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

"Are you sure you don't mind taking us down the mountain, Sebastian?" I asked, still struggling with the casual use of his first name. The night air had grown chilly as we stood outside the Sinclair mansion.


Sebastian shook his head. "Not at all. It would be rude to let you find your own way after it's gotten so dark."


Cherry bounced on her heels beside me, looking far too excited about this development. "That's so thoughtful! Right, Hazel?"


I shot her a warning look but nodded. "Yes, very considerate."


Sebastian led us toward the large circular driveway where several cars were parked. I braced myself for whatever ostentatious vehicle a man of his wealth would drive. Probably some rare Italian sports car or a custom Rolls Royce.


He stopped beside a sleek but understated Audi A8.


"This is yours?" I couldn't hide my surprise.


"Disappointed?" His lips quirked up slightly.


"No, just..." I hesitated. "I expected something more..."


An Unexpected Gentleman and an Unwelcome Call