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

Fiona's smug smile faltered at my unexpected acceptance of her "charity." She'd clearly expected me to refuse her insulting offer with indignation.


"I said we'll happily accept your offer to pay for our dinner," I replied sweetly. "How thoughtful of you to remember old classmates during difficult times."


Cora caught on immediately, her lips curving into a sly smile as she added, "Yes, so generous. We've ordered the aged Wagyu steaks and plan to get the 1982 Bordeaux with dessert."


Charlotte raised her glass in Fiona's direction. "To old friends with deep pockets."


Fiona's perfect features contorted with rage. She hadn't expected me to call her bluff, especially not with such composure.


"You think you're so clever," she hissed, leaning closer. "Just wait. I'll make sure everyone in the industry knows you're desperate enough to accept handouts."


The Ex-Husband's Gambit