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 night breeze chilled my skin as Sebastian's ultimatum hung in the air between us. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, none of them coherent enough to form a response.


"Your silence speaks volumes," Sebastian said, his voice cutting through the quiet night. "You're overthinking this."


I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. "Forgive me for not jumping at the chance to enter a loveless marriage."


Sebastian's expression softened unexpectedly. "Who said anything about loveless?"


The sudden shift in his tone caught me off guard. I searched his face for any sign of manipulation but found only sincerity in his eyes.


"My family's acceptance of you isn't about you giving them an heir," he continued. "They genuinely respect you, Hazel. Not just as Kangkang's mother, but as the woman who twice saved my life."


Chapter 375 - A One-Day Ultimatum for a Lifetime