The Beautiful Beloved Wife of the Ruthless Billionaire

Soft light shone down on every corner of the church; a bride and groom stood amidst a backdrop of beautiful roses inside.

Mandy Moore wore a pristine white wedding gown, her gentle presence exuding a radiant beauty. Her rosy lips curved into a slight smile, and the perfectly fitted dress accentuated her delicate figure. Her smooth skin seemed to glow, captivating everyone around her.

A large and mighty hand tightly held her soft, white hand. Mandy Moore looked up with innocent eyes at the owner of that hand, Flynn Rider, her soon-to-be husband. A faint blush tinted her cheeks.

With his tall stature and handsome face, Flynn Rider was captivated by Mandy Moore's charm. His eyes were filled with tenderness as he leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. Amidst the blessings of family and friends, the two slowly walked towards the priest.

Isabelle Moore, Mandy Moore's mother, tears of joy streaming down her face, was delighted that her daughter had found her happiness.

The priest looked at the bride and groom before him and solemnly spoke, "Flynn Rider, do you willingly take Mandy Moore as your wife, following the teachings of the Holy Scriptures, to live together with her in front of everyone here, to love her, comfort her, respect her, protect her, and love her as you love yourself, in sickness and in health, in richness and poverty, until death do you part?"

Flynn Rider looked at Mandy Moore standing beside him, a smile of happiness on his lips, his dark eyes brimming with tenderness, and answered firmly, "I do!"

Mandy Moore's eyes were filled with emotion, her heart racing as if she had found a haven.

The priest nodded and turned his gaze to Mandy Moore, saying, "Mandy Moore, do you willingly take Flynn Rider as your husband, following the teachings of the Holy Scriptures, to live together with him in front of everyone here, to love him, comfort him, respect him, protect him, and love him as you love yourself, in sickness and in health, in richness and poverty, until death do you part?"

Mandy Moore listened to these vows, her heart chilling slightly. She took a deep breath, looked up at Flynn Rider affectionately, and firmly spoke, "I..."

"She doesn't agree..." A cold, resolute voice suddenly interrupted Mandy Moore's words, cutting through the church.

In her wedding gown, Mandy Moore trembled as she recognized that familiar voice that seemed like a seductive enchantment piercing deep into her heart, causing her great concern. When she turned around, she immediately saw a handsome and icy face she could never forget.

Flynn Rider also turned around, furrowing his brows as he saw the uninvited guest who suddenly barged into their wedding, his eyes narrowing.

John Gainey wore a high-quality black shirt paired with trousers, emphasizing his powerful and muscular legs. His face exuded a natural and irresistible aura, displaying a mix of arrogance and coldness that made others shudder. Despite being equally handsome men, Flynn Rider exuded a gentle spring breeze, while John Gainey emitted a wild, icy air that sent shivers down one's spine.

Flynn Rider turned his head, briefly glancing at Mandy Moore's pale face before striding towards John Gainey, blocking his path. He said, "Mr. Gainey, today is my wedding day with Mandy Moore. Please show some respect."

Isabelle Moore, Mandy Moore's mother, and Paul Moore, her father, stood up, looking at John Gainey inside the church.

John Gainey let out a cold snort, his eyes resembling those of a conqueror as he glanced past Flynn Rider as if he didn't exist and focused his gaze on Mandy Moore. His voice was deep and icy as he spoke, "Mandy Moore, come here..."

"No..." Mandy Moore saw John Gainey as if he were a demon and involuntarily took a few steps back. She said, "Mr. Gainey, I have no relationship with you. Leave!"

"Oh, really?" John Gainey coldly replied. Then he forcefully pushed Flynn Rider's arm aside, stepped forward, and aggressively grabbed Mandy Moore's chin. He leaned in close, his lips curling into a sinister smile, and said, "So we have no relationship? Do you want me to tell your parents and future husband how you willingly surrendered to me in bed?"

"John Gainey, you've gone too far!" Flynn Rider also moved forward, wanting to pull Mandy Moore towards him.

"Do you want Flynn to meet his demise?" John Gainey's voice grew even colder as he asked a short question.

Flynn Rider felt a sudden awakening, his whole body trembling to nearly collapse. He could sense the bloodthirstiness and cruelty in John Gainey's voice. Yes, he couldn't compete with the Gainey International Group, not to mention that John Gainey was the most reputable business partner in the industry. As long as John Gainey employed ruthless tactics that left others intimidated, it would be too easy for him to conquer or drive Flynn's company to the brink of ruin.

Mandy Moore couldn't speak in response to Flynn Rider's presence. She felt as if she had fallen into an icy pit with no way to escape.

John Gainey laughed coldly, extending his left hand with a profound intelligence displayed as he opened his palm and said, "Mandy Moore, come with me." His voice was like a seductive enchantment, stirring Mandy Moore's heart.

"Why? Why won't you let me go?" Mandy Moore asked weakly, feeling increasingly intense suffocation, almost fainting.

"It's simple, just as you swore before God last time. Unless I die, otherwise, you will remain loyal to only me for the rest of your life," John Gainey stared at Mandy Moore, his voice chillingly growling with each word.

Mandy Moore took a deep breath, looking at Flynn Rider's expression; she already knew her fate. She knew Flynn Rider had chosen to prioritize his career and discard her. As for herself, she was destined never to escape from the man in front of her.

Her once affectionate eyes were now filled with emptiness and silence, hiding the turmoil within. Like a fleeting golden stream, they glanced at her parents and close friends below while she allowed John Gainey to tightly grip her right hand, already as cold as ice.

"I can only be John Gainey's woman in this lifetime!" John Gainey leaned in closer, his nose piercing through Mandy Moore's every strand of hair, his deep voice resounding in her ears.

Amidst the bustling commercial district stood a towering building occupying the most significant area - that was Gainey Corporation. Its tall height of a hundred floors showcased its grandeur and opulence. Under the sunlight, the building exuded a coldness that seemed to refract the bright rays.

Gainey Corporation was one of the world's top ten international financial conglomerates, alongside Sherwood, Anderson Group, and Tambor Corporation. These four conglomerates were known as the "Four Titans of Finance." Gainey Corporation had subsidiaries spread across the globe, engaging in over ten different industries, with finance, luxury hotels, fashion, and media being the most prominent.

At this moment, in the spacious office of the CEO, a chill emanated from the air conditioner that could hardly compare to the icy countenance of John Gainey, making others shudder even at a glance.

The secretary hesitated outside the CEO's office, holding a cup of coffee for the CEO and the deputy CEO. But she hesitated, unsure if she would become a sacrificial lamb upon entering, as the CEO's earlier outburst seemed capable of toppling the entire skyscraper.

Jeffrey Gainey sat across from John Gainey, his noble face appearing gloomy and sombre. He questioned loudly, "Elder brother, what exactly do you want? Mandy Moore has no relationship with you whatsoever! Why did you ruin her wedding? Please let her go!"

Bam! John Gainey's eyes filled with anger; he slammed his hand forcefully on the table, his tall figure immediately rising to block the sunlight streaming into the room through the window.

John Gainey's fiery gaze stared intently at his half-brother from the same father but a different mother, his eyes emitting a smoky haze. "You have the audacity daring to deceive me with Mandy Moore. Moreover, you deceived me for two years..."

"Elder brother, anyone present at the time witnessed it. Why did you pressure Mandy Moore? You almost killed her yourself!" Jeffrey Gainey didn't show any weakness; he was angry and opposed.

"So, Mandy Moore came to plead with you, and then you faked her death to deceive me, is that right?" John Gainey was interrogated with a terrifying presence. Upon learning the truth, he initially thought of strangling his younger brother with his own hands.

"Yes! I admit it because if I hadn't done that, Mandy Moore would have died for real!" Jeffrey Gainey shamelessly replied, disregarding his conscience.

"Hmph... I find your methods extremely childish!" John Gainey glared at Jeffrey Gainey, grinding his teeth.

"At least before meeting you, she was always happy! - Jeffrey Gainey also stood up, looking directly at John Gainey's face.

John Gainey approached Jeffrey Gainey and grabbed his younger brother's collar, his voice filled with arrogance: "Do you think both of us will forgive Mandy Moore?"

Jeffrey Gainey widened his eyes in disbelief and exclaimed: "What do you want to do with her?"

"She was born as John Gainey's woman, so even in death, she must remain John Gainey's ghost!" John Gainey said, pushing Jeffrey Gainey away and a cold smile spreading across his lips.

He sat down in the CEO chair, his right leg casually stretched over his left leg, and calmly spoke in a chilling tone: "Any other man who dares to touch Mandy Moore can wait for the next lifetime!"

Jeffrey Gainey scoffed: "Do you have to see Mandy Moore die again to be satisfied?"

John Gainey cast a cold and sharp gaze ahead and spoke: "Even if she wants to die, I will snatch her back from the hands of death!"

Jeffrey Gainey took a deep breath and declared firmly: "If you continue to harm Mandy Moore, I will never forgive you!" He stood his ground.

"Brother, I warn you, it's best not to challenge my patience! Even if you're my younger brother, I won't let you off!" John Gainey retorted coldly.

The air in the office turned icy in an instant.

The secretary stood outside the door, sweating profusely. Mandy Moore? Didn't she die two years ago?

o0o

Brillant, the mansion of the Gainey family, was located in the central area of luxurious villas.

After being forcefully brought here by John Gainey, Mandy Moore looked bewilderedly at the clusters of Lycoris radiata* in the garden, each group still dripping with dew. This was the most elegant place in Brillant, and she had given it a beautiful name - Rêveries.

"Madam..." The butler named Levi hesitantly called out to the absent-minded Mandy Moore. Today, when he saw the furious eldest son bring Madam back to Brillant, he was taken aback. Wasn't Madam already gone? Could it be that he was hallucinating?

Noon was also when Brillant exuded the most elegance, with gentle breezes lightly caressing the flowers, filling the air with a soft floral fragrance.

Mandy Moore stood silently in the flower garden, her beautiful figure amidst the clusters of Lycoris radiata creating a sense of beauty and melancholy. Lycoris radiata was considered the flower that separated life and death, its bright red colour resembling the blood that covered the path to hell. It was born beautiful, like a newly bloomed flower, and in the end, it was peaceful and serene.

She gently touched each flower; the contact between her fingertips and the blossoms felt like reaching the deepest hidden emotions within her. Just like the legend of Lycoris radiata, the flower's fragrance could evoke the most painful memories.

Her memories slowly drifted back under the gentle scent of the flowers... The memories returned two years ago... recalling the days when she was still with John Gainey. Back then, the garden was filled with the vibrant green of Lycoris radiata leaves, but eventually, the leaves withered, much like her marriage to John Gainey at that time...

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*Lycoris radiata means "separation, suffering, misfortune, beauty of death," but many people understand the meaning of the flower as "painful memories."

According to legend, this flower blooms in the underworld. Like blood, the flower is a vivid red covering the path to hell. According to the legend, the fragrance of the flower has magical power, capable of summoning the memories of the deceased when they were alive. When the soul passes through the realm of the dead, it forgets everything from its past life, and everything remains in the realm of bliss, following the guidance of this flower towards the underworld.

When the flowers bloom in the realm of bliss, the leaves are not seen; when there are leaves, the flowers are not seen. The flowers never meet, forever lost. Hence, there is a saying, "Lycoris radiata blooms in Lycoris; only flowers are seen, leaves are not." Remembering and loving each other but forever losing each other is like the cycle of life and death, and the flowers and leaves never see each other. It also signifies an eternal, unfulfilled love.

Late at night, Brillant, the luxurious mansion of the Gainey family, was enveloped by the gentle moonlight as a black sports car slowly approached the estate.

Gothel Gainey, the founder of the Gainey Corporation, sat in the living room with an angry expression. When he saw John Gainey stumbling into the house, he slammed his hand down on the table, exclaiming, "John, you've gone too far! Today is your wedding day with Mandy Moore, yet you left your bride at home and went out drinking? And you come back in such a drunken state!"

John Gainey furrowed his brows; his face turned cold as he looked at the wedding decorations in the mansion, even the lights making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Alright, I'm back, so what's there to worry about, Dad?" John Gainey's voice remained indifferent despite being intoxicated.

"Son, I'm just concerned about you. You were nowhere to be found after the wedding ceremony with Mandy Moore this morning. She must feel uneasy!" Jeffrey Gainey spoke up, feeling dissatisfied with John Gainey's drunken state.

John Gainey sneered, "When you agree to marry me, you better prepare yourself well, especially... you! I will treat the bride you gave me 'very well'!" Immediately after, he swept his dark eagle-like eyes at his father and staggered to the bridal suite.

"Son... what's with your attitude..." Mr. Gothel Gainey murmured, pointing his finger at John Gainey.

"Dad, just let it go. It's good that the eldest son is back! It's late now; you should rest!" Jeffrey Gainey tried to comfort his father while watching the diminishing figure of his elder brother, feeling uneasy in his heart.

o0o

Mandy Moore sat quietly on the wedding bed with a bitter smile. Despite being in such a spacious mansion, she felt incredibly lonely. But a gentle smile graced her lips when she thought of John Gainey.

She first met John Gainey at her father's company year-end party. Although it was only a brief encounter, she had already fallen for him. The F.Tomp Corporation had been her father's lifelong dedication, and for the company to grow and prosper, he decided to collaborate with the Gainey Corporation. Paul Moore and Gothel Gainey had known each other for a long time, and both families wanted to establish a closer connection through marriage.

Mandy Moore didn't blame her father; being able to marry John Gainey was her greatest wish. Although she couldn't see John Gainey anywhere after the wedding ceremony today, she believed that she could make him develop feelings for her. She wanted him to know she was not just a pampered rich girl.

Thinking about this, Mandy Moore felt overwhelmed with happiness, her beautiful eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Indeed, it's extravagant," she whispered, bowing her head. Before getting married, she had heard that the Gainey family was very wealthy, but witnessing the grandeur firsthand impressed her.

The overall architecture of Brillant was romantic and elegant, but upon closer inspection, one would discover intricate and elaborate decorations. The architect used architectural styles to divide the large mansion into smaller villas, which explained its vast size. Every nook and cranny within the estate offered unique and fascinating ideas. From the meticulously crafted pillars and windows to the mansion's roof and balcony, every detail was meticulously designed with creativity and no repetition. The expansive flower garden in Brillant was also designed with a romantic touch, exuding solidity, strength, and luxury.

Mandy Moore approached the window, feeling a gentle breeze pass through the thin silk curtains, softly caressing her hair. She silently pondered, "John, where have you gone?" Remembering John Gainey's cold departure in the morning, she felt discomfort. She knew that John Gainey didn't care about this marriage, but as for herself...

Mandy Moore, leaning her head lightly against the window frame, immersed herself in her thoughts.

As John Gainey stumbled out of the room, reeking of alcohol, he glanced at Mandy Moore leaning against the window-the same woman he had just married.

Seeing her sitting by the window, blending with the gentle night breeze, he was slightly surprised that she was waiting for him. After all, they had just celebrated their wedding today, and even though it was late at night, it was still the consummation of their marriage.

John Gainey hesitated, approaching her. He squinted, gazing at the girl peacefully asleep.

The darkness of the night accentuates Mandy Moore's long hair, reaching down to her waist. Her cascading locks were alluring and mysteriously fluttered in the wind, combined with the perfect gown that showcased her petite and captivating figure. The white dress, swaying in the breeze, revealed her slender and enchanting legs, resembling a delicate porcelain vase intricately carved from gemstones. Its smooth and flawless appearance evoked a longing, making it hard to look away.

Mandy Moore was sound asleep, and the moonlight kissed her smooth forehead while her long eyelashes gently fluttered. Her straight nose and rosy lips, as tender as soft petals, seemed to seduce others to commit a crime.

She and Rose Stein were two completely different girls. Rose Stein's life experiences made him feel pity for her, while the girl in front of him brought about a sincere feeling that he couldn't understand.

"Indeed magnificent..." John Gainey lowered his head and smiled, his lips forming a beautiful curve. Although he opposed this commercial marriage, the girl before him exuded a considerable charm.

John Gainey leaned down, picked her up, and gently laid her on the bed. Looking at the soundly sleeping Mandy Moore, he reached out and caressed her soft and tender cheek, not realizing that his cold face had become gentle at some point.

"Mmm..." Mandy Moore made a sound unconsciously, curling her body as if seeking the most comfortable sleeping position. Her little face leaned gently against John Gainey's warm hand, and her slightly tilted head revealed a snow-white skin patch.

Mandy Moore's absent-minded actions touched John Gainey's emotions. A slight tremor ran through him as his large hand extended, his fingers lightly tracing the soft and delicate cheek of Mandy Moore, then gliding down to her slender neck, tantalizing collarbone, and her fullness. The softness in the palm of his hand ignited a growing desire.

John Gainey couldn't restrain himself and let his hand slide down her slim waist. His warm and hot tongue began to tease her fair skin, enjoying the beautiful sensation she brought. His actions were wild and unstoppable. If he didn't "treat her well," he would be impolite!

"Mmm..." Mandy Moore softly moaned, feeling someone disturbing her sleep suddenly.

"J...John? You...you're back?" She felt a force pressing down on her, causing her to sit up abruptly.

Mandy Moore looked up at the man, seeing a few strands of dark hair cascading over his forehead, his handsome and refined features, the well-arched eyebrows, his eyes as black as ink but as cold as ice, a straight and elegant nose, and the slightly smiling thin lips.