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 door crashed against the wall as Aunt Helen stormed into the conference room, her face contorted with fury. Her husband Richard and their two adult children followed close behind, looking equally outraged.


"You conniving, backstabbing witch!" Helen screamed at Tanya, completely ignoring everyone else in the room.


Tanya rose from her chair, her newfound confidence as majority shareholder evident in her stance. "What are you doing here? This is a private meeting."


"Private?" Helen laughed bitterly. "You think you can steal my brother's company behind my back and I wouldn't find out?"


I settled back in my chair, suddenly in no hurry to leave. This unexpected confrontation was about to become very interesting.


"I didn't steal anything," Tanya snapped. "I purchased Hazel's shares legally."


Helen's gaze darted to me for a split second before returning to Tanya. "You had no right! Harold promised me those shares years ago!"


Karma and a Convenient Debt