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 5
Dressed in a way that commanded attention, Lainey stepped into Nova Tech's product launch with confidence.
As soon as she neared the entrance, Larry's voice reached her, sharp with anger.
"Bryan Wilson, you showed up here just to ruin my launch, didn't you?"
Across the venue, Bryan stood with his usual cold expression, though a faint trace of ridicule appeared in his eyes. "You seriously believe this passes as a product launch? You say Nova Tech's AI robot can think like a human, yet all you did was hide cameras inside it and hire people to respond to customers. Buyers pay a high price for your so-called technology, investors throw money at you because they believe your AI leads the industry, and then you walk away with billions built on nothing but hype. Tell me, is any of that a lie?"
Tension tightened Larry's face. "That's not true—"
Before he could continue, Lainey made her entrance. A form-fitting red dress clung to her figure, and it drew attention the moment she stepped inside. At the same time, a slow and captivating smile rested on her lips.
For a brief second, astonishment flickered across Larry's eyes, and it quickly shifted into relief. "Lainey, you're finally here. Come on, tell them the truth. Let everyone know that Nova Tech's AI is legitimate."
With a doctorate in artificial intelligence, Lainey had always been the one capable of solving problems like this, so there had to be a way for her to turn things around for him.
The spark of hope lighting up Larry's face didn't go unnoticed by Bryan.
As his eyes shifted toward Lainey, a shadow passed through his gaze.
He never expected her to appear at all, and from what he could tell, she had come here for Larry's sake.
A bitter feeling rose within him, yet he forced it down, and his expression grew even colder.
After everything that had happened between them the other night, had she already put it behind her?
At the sight of Lainey walking in dressed like that, jealousy flickered unmistakably in Charlee's eyes.
She had been certain that after the wedding was called off, she would take Lainey's place beside Larry at Nova Tech's launch and enjoy all the attention. Instead, Lainey still showed up, and she looked more captivating than ever.
What made it worse was that Larry, while Bryan publicly challenged him, still relied on Lainey to fix the situation.
As that realization settled in, Charlee tightened her hold around Larry's arm.
Even so, she still chose to back Larry, and her voice came out gentle and encouraging. "Exactly, Lainey. You should clarify things for him. You used to be his girlfriend, so if there was anything fake going on, there is no way you would not know."
A pleased look appeared in Larry's eyes as he glanced at Charlee, clearly satisfied with her response.
Without any change in expression, Lainey met her gaze and spoke in an even tone. "Whatever I had with Larry is finished. If someone needs to defend him, it should be the one clinging to his arm. A lunatic and an idiot. You two are a match made in heaven."
Her words struck them both like a sudden blow.
At once, Larry's face darkened, and irritation showed clearly. "I understand that you are still angry about the wedding. Fine, I'll apologize if that's what you want. But after I speak, you will stand there and support Nova Tech's AI with your professional credibility. If you refuse, then you can forget about marrying me."
Without giving her a chance to respond, he turned away and walked straight toward the stage.
Once he stood before the crowd, Larry began delivering a confident speech about Nova Tech's cutting-edge AI, its groundbreaking potential, and how it was set to take over the entire market.
After wrapping up his speech, Larry faced the crowd and spoke with confidence. "You all came to Nova Tech's launch because you trust this company to bring you profit. As for the claims Bryan Wilson made earlier, I doubt anyone here is naive enough to take them seriously."
Shifting his attention, he looked toward Charlee, and his expression softened with a hint of affection. "A close friend of mine, Charlee Foster, invested in Nova Tech just a week ago. By today, her returns have already multiplied twentyfold."
At that cue, his assistant brought up the stock chart on the massive screen behind him.
"See for yourselves. Nova Tech is rising faster than anyone expected."
Excitement rippled through the crowd.
"Twenty times in a few days? This is insane! I'm buying more!"
"Count me in for five million."
"Put me down for ten."
"I'm not missing this chance. One move like this and we are set for life."
As the crowd grew more eager and poured money in, satisfaction slowly spread across Larry's face.
Naturally, he believed nothing could stand in his way, not even Bryan. In his mind, the future already placed him as the wealthiest man in the country.
His attention shifted toward Lainey, and his tone returned to its usual commanding edge. "Lainey, step up there and explain the advanced technologies behind Nova Tech's AI."
At that exact moment, a frantic voice cut through the noise, and it pulled everyone's attention at once.
"Mr. Miller—someone just placed a one billion short order on our stock!"
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7.4
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.