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 1
"Remove her kidney right now!"
Cold and merciless, the man's command cut through the room, as if the patient on the table didn't matter at all.
Beneath the blinding surgical lights, Lainey White remained trapped in place while a freezing blade began to cut into her body.
The instant the incision started, fear slammed into her chest and left her shaking.
Too quickly, the anesthesia began to fade.
The pain was unbearable. It was so intense that it nearly broke her.
Still, even that suffering couldn't compare to the ache crushing her heart.
For three long years, she had been Larry Miller's wife, and she had poured nearly everything she had into that marriage.
But in the end, this was what she received in return.
He chose to sacrifice her to save his first love.
Slowly, a tear slid down Lainey's pale cheek.
"Larry..."
With what little strength she had left, she let his name slip from her lips in a weak whisper, and the entire medical team immediately turned toward the tall, distant man standing nearby. "Mr. Miller, she's losing too much blood. Proceeding with the kidney removal will kill her."
Fear spread among the doctors and nurses, as none of them wanted a patient to die under their care.
Without hesitation, Larry cast Lainey a detached glance, then spoke in a flat, emotionless tone. "She's nothing. I only need her kidney. If it keeps Charlee alive, then that is the only purpose she ever served."
Above her, the sterile white ceiling came into view as the color slowly drained from Lainey's face.
Had Larry's love for Charlee Foster truly reached this point?
To him, Charlee was someone he treasured deeply, while Lainey meant nothing more than something he could discard.
From her lips came a faint, shattered sound.
Once again, pain surged through her body. Blood continued to spill at an alarming rate, and Lainey no longer had the strength left to cry out.
Through the room, a sharp and steady beep suddenly rang out.
A moment later, the surgeons completed the removal and took her kidney from her body.
Barely able to move, Lainey gripped her gown as the operating room doors flew open and someone rushed inside. A man with devilishly handsome looks and an intimidating aura rushed in, his face pale with panic.
"Lainey!" His voice cracked the moment he called her name.
Before anyone could react, he charged forward like he had lost all reason, and then he drove a blade deep into Larry's abdomen.
"Larry Miller! You dared hurt her? Go to hell!"
Summoning the last bit of strength she could find, Lainey forced her eyes open because she needed to know who had come for her.
How could it possibly be Bryan Wilson?
Everyone knew he was Larry's sworn enemy, so none of this made sense to her. For that reason, she could not understand why he would risk everything just to save her.
Tears streamed down Bryan's face, and they fell onto her hand as he spoke in a trembling voice. "Lainey, please stay with me. Please don't leave me…"
A sharp ache tightened around her heart, and she longed to ease his pain, yet she couldn't even form a single word as her eyelids slowly began to sink.
Through her fading awareness, memories of her life unfolded like a film playing its final scenes.
She remembered how she had once chased after Larry with unwavering devotion. She recalled how she had worked tirelessly just to secure his place as the Miller family's heir. She could still feel the moment she stepped in front of a blade meant for him, and that wound had left a scar she would carry forever.
In the end, every sacrifice she made felt meaningless.
From deep within her, resentment began to rise. If fate ever granted her another life, she swore she would never choose Larry again. Under no circumstances would she marry that ungrateful man.
Suddenly, a harsh light flooded her vision.
Even before her eyes could adjust, a woman's anxious voice reached her ears.
"Mr. Miller just arrived with Miss Foster, and he insists that she should stand beside you as your bridesmaid."
When her sight finally cleared, Lainey realized she was no longer in the operating room. Instead, she stood at the center of her wedding ceremony with Larry.
Had she truly been given another life?
That wedding had once been the start of the future she believed she would share with Larry, yet everything fell apart the moment he arrived with Charlee by his side. On that day, Charlee wore a custom gown that caught every gaze in the room, while Lainey exhausted herself attending to every guest. By the time the ceremony ended, Lainey looked completely drained, and to make things worse, a careless child had spilled juice across her wedding dress.
Before the night was over, the entire city had turned her into a laughingstock. People whispered that she lacked grace, mocked how she ruined her own wedding, and even claimed that Charlee, the woman Larry kept hidden, looked more like the bride.
Step by step, Charlee had stripped everything away from her. She took her husband first, then her dignity, and in the end, even her kidney wasn't spared.
Given this second chance, Lainey refused to repeat the same choices.
At the instant Larry entered with Charlee linked to his arm, a piercing pain struck Lainey's chest.
For a brief moment, her legs almost failed her.
From deep within, a surge of hatred rose so fiercely that it threatened to consume everything around her.
In a voice that sounded steady yet edged with steel, she spoke. "Larry, explain why you brought another woman to our wedding."
For a brief moment, Lainey shut her eyes and tried to steady herself as the surge of anger inside her threatened to spill over.
"Larry... I don't think Lainey likes me very much," Charlee said timidly. "Will she really let me be her bridesmaid?"
With a gentle gesture, Larry touched her hand to calm her, and his voice softened. "Don't worry. She does whatever I say."
After that, his gaze shifted toward Lainey, and the warmth in his expression disappeared. "Lainey, I'll overlook your attitude. But Charlee will be the bridesmaid. It's her dream to be part of my wedding. So be sensible and treat her with respect."
Every time his eyes landed on Lainey, they carried little more than impatience.
In contrast, when he looked at Charlee, a tenderness lingered in his gaze, and he made no effort to hide it.
As those emotions clashed within her, bitterness and pain twisted together until a cold laugh slipped from Lainey's lips.
"Treat her with respect?" Contempt laced every word she spoke. "You want me to respect the woman who's stealing my husband on my wedding day? And ignore the fact that she humiliated me?"
"Lainey!" Larry's voice tore through the hall as he barked the command. "Stop talking right now!"
Confusion flickered across his mind because he had never seen her act this way before. She used to obey everything he said without hesitation, so he couldn't understand what had changed.
Without another word, Lainey yanked off her veil and flung it onto the floor.
"Why should I stay quiet when you are the one being unfaithful? You think I'm supposed to pretend none of it is happening?"
Under Larry's stunned gaze, Lainey lowered herself, seized a decorative stone from the floral arrangement, and hurled it with force at the towering wedding cake.
A loud crash shattered the air as the cake collapsed, icing and crumbs exploding across the floor.
Clear and unwavering, Lainey's voice echoed throughout the venue. "This wedding ends here."
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7.6
Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom.
To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation.
They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her.
"Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces."
Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm.
She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night.
Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass.
She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage.
She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her.
Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
"Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!"
To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.
8.7
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison.
But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed.
"Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back."
That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins.
When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them.
He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets.
Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage.
Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died.
I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned.
But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows.
I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate.
Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile.
The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.
9.3
Elliana sat on the cold marble floor, staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Overjoyed, she went to her husband Garrett’s study to surprise him.
But the room was empty. On his iPad, she accidentally opened a muted security video from the night before. As a graphic novelist trained in facial anatomy, she easily read Garrett’s lips as he spoke to their housekeeper.
"Increase the hallucinogens and the birth control. Let her become a complete lunatic."
The truth shattered her reality. Her three years of inexplicable exhaustion and mental collapses were orchestrated to keep her away from her ex-fiancé, who was now married to Garrett’s sister, Cristina. The nightmare worsened during a horrific highway crash. As their SUV flipped and caught fire, Garrett ruthlessly abandoned a pregnant Elliana in the crushed backseat. He dragged Cristina to safety, leaving Elliana to burn. She survived, but her right hand—her drawing hand—was permanently destroyed.
Lying in the hospital with her career ruined and her intellectual property stolen by the husband who forged her signature while she was drugged, a freezing void of hatred consumed her. She was nothing but a sedated decoy to hide Garrett's twisted, incestuous obsession with his own sister.
When Garrett knelt by her hospital bed with fake tears, Elliana didn't scream or expose him. Instead, she forced a pathetic, dependent smile, playing the perfect broken wife. She was going back to his penthouse to steal his encrypted files, ready to feed him to Manhattan's most cutthroat divorce lawyer and watch his empire burn.
8.6
For years, Elvera lived as the despised charity case in the cramped Wright household.
When she caught her foster sister Donita straddling her fiancé, they didn't even panic. Instead, they loudly framed Elvera for stealing a diamond necklace to justify kicking her out.
Her foster parents immediately sided with the cheaters, screaming at her to pack her trash and starve in the gutters. Only her dying foster brother tried to sneak her his medical savings, but the family violently shoved him away, mocking him as a walking corpse.
Standing in the freezing Brooklyn wind, Donita and Crockett followed her outside just to laugh. They waved a crisp twenty-dollar bill in her face, mocking her biological family as a bunch of unemployed street thugs.
They really thought she was going to freeze to death on the pavement with nothing but a faded backpack.
But then a roaring, matte-black supercar pulled up.
The man who stepped out wasn't a street thug; he was her real brother, an FBI task force commander.
He effortlessly snapped Crockett's shoulder out of its socket, put Elvera in the passenger seat, and drove her straight to a sprawling billionaire estate in the Hamptons.
Sitting by the fire in her biological parents' palace, watching them casually display an eight-million-dollar sculpture she had secretly designed, the head butler suddenly walked in.
"Sir, the fake heiress has returned from Europe."
Elvera took a slow sip of her coffee. The real game was finally about to begin.
8.7
I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone.
"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born.
Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck.
It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack.
I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead.
Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss.
He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows.
I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn.
7.9
I woke up in a burning warehouse, twelve years after my supposed death. My body had been reset to its physical prime, the deep burn scar on my wrist completely gone.
Through the smoke, my eldest son, Kennard, rushed blindly into the flames. He was screaming the name of the very woman who had orchestrated this trap—Brittnie.
When I tackled him out of the way of a falling steel beam, he didn't recognize my youthful face. Instead, he pinned me to the concrete and nearly crushed my windpipe.
"How much did she pay you to carve up your face to look like a dead woman?"
He hissed the words at me, treating me like a sick corporate spy. For a decade, a bizarre narrative "script" had brainwashed my son, forcing him into pathetic devotion to Brittnie. She had drained his wealth, turned my daughter against him, and hollowed out our family empire.
Whenever Kennard tried to resist her, the mind control punished him with agonizing migraines, driving him to smash his own hands against the wall just to cope with the pain.
Hearing him quietly sobbing outside my locked door, my heart shattered. How could this invisible force torture my brilliant son and turn my family into puppets for a D-list actress?
I dragged him to the hospital for a DNA test.
When the results confirmed my maternity at 99.999%, the cold billionaire collapsed to the floor, weeping in my arms like a lost child.
I wiped his tears and smiled ruthlessly. It was time to take back my empire and burn Brittnie's life to the ground.