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 6
"A billion? Our stock is climbing fast, and someone still dares to bet against it? Let them watch their money burn." With his jaw set tight, Larry forced the words out, each one edged with irritation.
Stepping closer, Charlee spoke in a calm and comforting tone. "Try not to get worked up. Anyone reckless enough to short Nova Tech right now is practically throwing their money away. It's not worth your energy to dwell on someone that careless."
"I would really like to see who made such a foolish move."
Before the moment could pass, a composed female voice broke through the noise. "That was me. I shorted Nova Tech with a billion dollars."
At once, the entire crowd turned toward Lainey.
She stood there with quiet confidence, and the smile on her lips only deepened. "Do you have an issue with that?"
Caught off guard, Larry struggled to process what had just happened. Rather than stepping in to defend Nova Tech's reputation, Lainey had done the opposite and openly placed a massive short position just to strike back at him.
"Have you completely lost your senses? You actually spent a billion to bet against Nova Tech just to spite me? Do you even understand how much you stand to lose?"
Standing nearby, Charlee allowed a trace of satisfaction to show, though her tone remained gentle. "If you don't know anything about stocks, why gamble so recklessly? Larry's stock only goes up. It can't possibly drop. At this rate, you'll lose the shirt off your back."
As soon as her words settled, quiet laughter began to spread throughout the room.
What Charlee expected was to see Lainey falter under that pressure, but she found herself disappointed instead.
Without showing the slightest concern, Lainey pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen with steady composure.
"I appreciate your concern. Since that is the case, I will increase my short position on Nova Tech by another billion."
A collective gasp swept across the crowd.
"She just doubled it to two billion against Nova Tech? Has she gone mad? If the stock moves ten times against her, she will lose two hundred billion!"
A deeper shadow fell across Larry's face, and a harsh laugh slipped from his lips. "Lainey, if you insist on throwing money away by betting against Nova Tech, then I will happily accept it. Give it a few days, and the market will leave you buried under tens of billions in losses."
Despite his words, Lainey remained calm, and nothing in her expression shifted.
At that moment, a low and steady male voice cut through the tension. "What makes you so certain she will be the one drowning in losses?"
With a chilling tone, Bryan stepped in. "The AI you claim to have is nothing but a front. Most of what you showcased today barely works beyond a basic prototype. On what grounds do you believe the stock can keep rising like this?"
For years, tension had existed between Larry and Bryan, and it was clear neither would back down. Anger edged Larry's reply. "I allowed you to attend this launch, not to repeatedly undermine me. Just because Wilson Group lacks this level of technology does not give you the right to spread false accusations about Miller Group."
Without hesitation, Bryan stood up, and the authority he carried made the entire room fall silent.
With a single motion, he placed a file onto the table and spoke with quiet certainty. "The evidence exposing Nova Tech's deception is already online. You can deny it all you want, but it will not change anything."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Larry's assistant shouted in alarm, "Mr. Miller! We have a problem! Nova Tech's stock is crashing!"
Quickly, Charlee opened the top headlines on her phone, and the leading story confirmed the AI fraud scandal surrounding Nova Tech.
With urgency, she held the screen out to Larry, whose complexion had already drained of color. "Larry, look at this—"
A slight tremor ran through his hand, yet he refused to give in. " Those are all lies! Just jealousy from the Wilson Group. The market is just overreacting to fake news. Everyone stay calm. It's nothing. Just a little fake news."
While uncertainty spread through the room and no one could decide who to believe, Lainey's voice broke through, steady and composed. "Just a fake story? Then explain this. What about the allegations involving Gavin Edwards, Nova Tech's lead developer, and the claim that he raped his adopted sister while still being married?"
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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.