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 sidewalk felt like a stage, with me at center and two desperate actors making their final plea. Tanya stood before me, her designer outfit wrinkled, makeup smeared across her once-perfect face. She looked nothing like the proud, cruel woman who had tormented me for years.


"Hazel, please." Tanya reached for my hand, her fingers trembling. Her touch made my skin crawl. "I know I've been terrible to you."


I pulled away, clutching Pepper closer to my chest. He growled softly, sensing my discomfort.


"Terrible?" I laughed, the sound hollow even to my own ears. "Is that what we're calling years of abuse now?"


For the first time in my life, Tanya's eyes held something other than contempt when she looked at me. "I'm sorry," she whispered, the words hanging in the morning air between us. "For everything. I was wrong. So wrong."


The apology I'd waited years to hear now felt meaningless. Too little, too late.


Kneel for Your Sins