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.