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

The car crawled through evening traffic. Sebastian sat beside me, his profile illuminated by passing streetlights. After scolding Cora, he'd maintained a careful distance between us.


I cleared my throat, breaking the awkward silence. "Is the air conditioning too strong for anyone else?"


Sebastian glanced at me. "Would you like me to adjust it?"


"No, it's fine. Just making conversation." I rubbed my arms reflexively.


Cora, who had been "sleeping" against the window, suddenly perked up. "I'm perfectly comfortable!"


Sebastian shot her a knowing look. "For someone who was deeply asleep five seconds ago, you certainly responded quickly."


Cora's cheeks flushed. "I wasn't really asleep."


"Obviously," Sebastian and I said simultaneously.


We exchanged surprised glances, then both laughed. The tension in the car evaporated instantly.


"You two are mean," Cora pouted, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.


The Model's Unexpected Confession