Reborn At The Altar: Reject My Cruel Groom, Marry A Mysterious Tycoon
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
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Chapter 2
The guests froze in shock.
Everyone in the elite circle knew how much Lainey had loved Larry.
For years, she trailed behind him without complaint, giving up her pride as she managed his business affairs and handled every detail of his personal life.
Many men had envied Larry for that reason, since Lainey's loyalty made her seem like someone willing to give him everything she had.
And now, Lainey was the one calling off the wedding?
Anger clouded Larry's face as he shouted, "Lainey, have you completely lost your senses?"
Rather than respond to him, Lainey stepped toward the microphone prepared for the ceremony and spoke clearly. "This place has been arranged so perfectly, and it would be a shame to let it go unused."
After that, her gaze shifted toward Charlee. "Miss Foster, since you want the man I have already let go of, you might as well take the ceremony as well. I hope you and my ex—a bitch and a bastard—stay together forever."
"You—" For a split second, Charlee's carefully maintained gentle expression faltered, and embarrassment stiffened her features.
With a trembling tone, she spoke as if she had been wronged. "Lainey… how can you be so mean? There's nothing between Larry and me!"
Without hesitation, Larry drew Charlee into his arms, and anger sharpened his voice. "Charlee is dealing with depression, so watch your words."
In her previous life, he had used that excuse countless times, and he forced Lainey to tolerate everything Charlee did.
Because of that constant indulgence, Charlee eventually went as far as demanding Lainey's kidney.
At that moment, the memory of the surgery returned with such force that rage surged through Lainey. She wanted to grab a knife right now and make them feel what she had felt. But no. Letting them die would be too easy. Too merciful. Someday, she would make both of them experience what true suffering felt like.
Without saying anything further, Lainey turned away and walked out of the ceremony.
Larry's voice rang out behind her. "Lainey, if you leave now, there will be no turning back!"
She didn't pause or look behind her.
......
As soon as Lainey stepped out of the venue, she made her way directly to the Orchid Hotel.
From what she remembered of her past life, Bryan had been set up in that place. Someone had slipped an aphrodisiac into his drink, and although he managed to leave the room, he collapsed just outside the hotel. An ambulance had been called later, yet the damage had already been done.
For three days straight, the headline spread everywhere: "Wilson Group Heir Found Unconscious in Public—Drug Involvement Suspected."
Because of that scandal, the Wilson Group's stock price took a serious hit.
This time around, Lainey refused to let Bryan take the fall for something he didn't do.
Guided by the memories she carried, she headed straight for Room 609.
As expected, the door to Room 609 was ajar. A man lay there—narrow eyes, a sharp nose, a chiseled jaw. Devastatingly handsome.
At that moment, however, he appeared dangerously exposed, and an unnatural flush spread across his face.
Lainey crouched down and gave him a tender look. "Mr. Wilson," she purred, "need a hand?"
Slowly, Bryan raised his head, and recognition flashed across his face as his eyes filled with something deeper. "Lainey?"
A faint, teasing smile curved along her lips as she looked at him.
Since he knew who she was, it meant his feelings had already taken root long before this moment.
Desire flickered clearly in his eyes, and it grew stronger with each passing second.
Without giving her time to respond, his hand shot out and seized her wrist, then pulled her forcefully into the room.
The air around him carried the scent of whiskey mixed with pine, and it wrapped around her senses the moment she stepped closer.
In the blink of an eye, he pressed her down beneath him, and the intensity in his gaze turned heavy with need.
Leaning forward, he buried his face near her shoulder as his breathing turned uneven.
"Lainey, you knew exactly what you were doing when you came here."
With a quick motion, Lainey pulled away from his grip, yet instead of retreating, she leaned into him and pushed him back until his body met the wall. Her lips brushed along his collar as her fingers moved to undo his buttons. "If I'm offering myself, do you have the guts to take me?"
Before the last word fully left her mouth, he claimed her lips in a fierce kiss. Urgency filled the way he moved, and he pressed against her as he deepened it without restraint.
At the same time, his hand slid along her waist, and his touch grew bolder as it explored her body.
A quiet sound escaped Lainey before she could hold it back, and a haze slowly filled her gaze.
Heat followed his touch as his lips traveled from her neck and moved lower with unsteady intensity. When his hand reached her thigh, he drew her closer and lifted her onto the bed with ease.
As she sank into the soft mattress, his rough hand roamed across her chest, teasing her until she gasped. Soon after, his leg pressed against hers, and he leaned in close to her ear, letting his lips brush against it as his breathing grew heavier. In the next moment, he pulled her fully into him, and the distance between them disappeared as they came together completely.
Uneven breaths mixed with gentle, broken sounds, and the entire room felt heavy with what had just happened. At the peak of it all, he muttered her name against her ear over and over, as though he feared she might disappear if he stopped.
......
Morning came quietly, and when Lainey finally stirred, her body ached as if every part of her had been pulled apart and carelessly pieced back together.
Slowly, her eyes opened, and she noticed that the man beside her had not yet woken up. Without thinking, she lifted her hand and gently traced the outline of his face.
There was no denying how striking he looked.
Looking back now, she couldn't understand how someone like Larry had ever clouded her judgment.
Once she finished dressing, she paused for a brief second to look at Bryan, and then she walked away without any hesitation.
Not long after she left, the man lying on the bed opened his eyes.
In a quiet, restrained tone, he spoke. "Lainey, you're the one who started this."
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Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.
7.7
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
9.5
Elsie was the Sutton family's perfect puppet, a sickly heiress locked away in a pristine manor and treated like fragile porcelain. Her only purpose was to be a pawn in her mother's corporate games.
Without warning, her mother ordered her to marry Duke Blake, a ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire known for destroying his rivals. Worse, her mother immediately handed over total control of Elsie's life to him, declaring she couldn't even step outside the gates without his explicit permission.
Desperate, Elsie met him and asked if she would be expected to perform wifely duties, praying for a marriage in name only.
"I have a very high sex drive."
He stated it bluntly, shattering her illusions. Yet, when he drove her into the city days later, a sudden swerve sent her tumbling directly into his lap. Instead of the desire he claimed to possess, his body went completely rigid. He violently shoved her away, slamming her hard against the passenger seat. His face was pale, his knuckles white, and he stared straight ahead with a look of absolute, terrifying revulsion.
Humiliation and sharp pain coiled in her chest. She couldn't understand. Why did he demand absolute control over her and boast about his desires, only to treat her accidental touch like a repulsive disease? Why did this all-powerful man secretly smell of hospital antiseptics? What exactly was the Sutton family forcing her to marry?
But she was no longer willing to be a lamb led to the slaughter. Thinking of the provocative black lace hidden behind her wardrobe's false wall, Elsie smiled coldly. She was going to find the fatal flaw in this ruthless billionaire's code, and use it to completely shatter her cage.
9.7
I secured the lifeline investment for my fiancé's company and went to his office to surprise him.
Instead, I caught Preston sleeping with his top actress—the woman he publicly claimed as his stepsister.
Through the cracked door, I heard him call me his "scarred, ugly bitch shield" to hide their sickening affair.
I didn't cry. I hacked the live broadcast of the Star Awards and played their sex tape to two thousand people.
But that night, drunk and reeling from the agonizing nerve pain in my facial scar, I stumbled into the wrong hotel penthouse.
I was pinned down by a drugged billionaire, Josephus Hodges.
The next morning, he left me a million-dollar check and a Plan B pill.
When he later tracked me down to offer a cold, calculated fake marriage just to absorb Preston's ruined empire, I threw the contract at his chest and told him to go to hell.
But when I got home and looked in the mirror, the chronic, burning torture in my scar was completely gone.
His touch during that terrifying night had somehow cured the agony that had ruined my life.
I had just declared war on the only man on earth who could heal me.
Just then, my ruined ex-fiancé called, begging me to save him with a PR press conference.
"I'll do it, but I control the venue."
I booked it at Josephus's heavily guarded hotel. I was going to slaughter my ex on live television, and force the apex predator to look at me again.
9.7
For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez.
On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me.
His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture.
In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage.
He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger.
When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg.
He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control.
But he was wrong.
I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return.
I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan.
"It is time to find myself again."
8.2
My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away.
After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future.
Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me.
I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call.
"Total genius move," he boasted to friends.
His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding.
Heartbroken, I feigned belief.
I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies.
He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency.
After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first.
He even tried to cut me off financially.
How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster?
His betrayal poisoned every memory.
I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty.
His audacity left me reeling.
But I wouldn’t be his victim.
Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed.
I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter.
I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom.