Reborn To Marry His Billionaire Rival

The wedding was imminent.
But my fianc had just fallen in love at first sight with a con artist masquerading as an heiress.
To save the strategic merger between our families, I did the dirty work. I hired a private investigator, compiled a dossier of damning evidence, and confronted the woman myself.
When she saw the file, she trembled. She took my hush money, wrote a confession, and promised to disappear.
My fianc, Warner, was grateful Id handled the "mess." We married on schedule.
But weeks later, in a glass-walled igloo deep in the Icelandic wilderness, he spiked my champagne. As the paralysis set in, I begged him for my life. He only laughed, his breath pluming in the freezing air.
"She wasn't honest about her past, Sutton, but her love for me was pure," he sneered, watching the life drain out of me. "You drove her to suicide. A life for a life."
Only then did I realize: the con artist hadn't left. She had faked her death to frame me.
Trapped, freezing, and dying, I used my last ounce of strength to drag him out the door with me, plunging us both into the glacial crevasse. If I was going to turn into a statue of ice, he was coming with me.
When I opened my eyes, the cold was gone.
I was back in the library of the rental villa, the dossier in my hand, standing in front of the woman.
Before I could speak, the doors flew open. Warner stormed in, snatched the file from my hands, and tossed it directly into the roaring fireplace.
"Not this time," he declared, his voice shaking with a terrifying conviction. "No one is going to tear us apart."
I nodded slowly, the ghost of the glacial chill still clinging to my bones.
Her father, a grifter. Her mother, a gambling addict. A brother who treats the state penitentiary like a second home. Two children she abandoned
If you want to keep her, Warner, be my guest. I wont stop you.
1
My fianc, Warner Huntingdon, shielded Ivy Sinclairthe woman pretending to be Old Money royaltybehind his back. His face was washed in the relief of a man who had recovered a lost treasure.
He ignored me completely, muttering to himself like a madman.
"Thank God. Thank God I was on time. Its not too late."
He turned to her, his voice dropping to a tender whisper. "Ivy, you dont have to worry about anything. I know everything about you. You dont need to be ashamed of your background. Someone like Sutton Mercer could never understand the depth of what we have."
Ivy, seeing the evidence turning to ash in the hearth, quickly shoved the check I had given her back into my purse. "Ms. Mercer," she said, her voice trembling with practiced fragility, "true love isn't for sale."
Watching this grotesque tableau, I finally confirmed it. The flashes of memory weren't hallucinations. I had died and come back. And judging by the frantic look in Warners eyes, so had he.
In our previous life, Warner had been possessed, obsessed with Ivy. I hadnt loved himour union was a boardroom deal, nothing more. I would have stepped aside, but Ivys rival had approached me with the truth. When I investigated and found layers of fraud, I intervened, thinking I was saving a childhood friend from a predator.
I underestimated her. Ivy was smarter than I gave her credit for. She had fed Warner a "montage lie"half-truths mixed with romanceconvincing him she was a fallen princess too proud to ask for help.
When she "died," Warner played the grieving widower, married me to secure his inheritance, and then quietly sabotaged my familys business from the inside. He wanted me to die knowing I was leaving my parents destitute.
Remembering the agony of freezing to death, I smiled. I clapped my hands, a slow, hollow sound in the room.
"Your love is truly inspiring," I said, my voice steady. "Ive decided to withdraw. I wish you both the best."
I turned and walked out of that rented mansion without a backward glance.
2
I had barely crossed the threshold of my parents' estate when Warner arrived, Ivy in tow.
I hadnt had time to break the news to my parents yet. When they saw Warner interlocking fingers with another woman, the temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees.
"Warner," my father said, his tone warning. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Have you forgotten who you are engaged to?" my mother added, eyeing Ivy with distaste. "And Sutton told us about this woman. Shes a fraud. No business overseas, no"
"Enough!" Warner shouted, silencing the room.
"I know what you people think," he spat. "Yes, Ivy comes from a different world. But she is sincere! You think she approached me for my money? There are plenty of rich men, but she chose me. That proves its love!"
He took a breath, puffing out his chest. "Im here to break the engagement. I know our families have a contract. I know you need the Huntingdon capital."
He smirked, a cruel glint in his eye. "So, Ill offer a compromise. I will marry Sutton. But behind closed doors, she will be nothing more than a servant to me and Ivy. To the public, shes Mrs. Huntingdon. In this house, shes the help."
Ivy chimed in, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Sister Sutton, don't worry. Im sure we can get along."
Warner looked at her like she was a saint. He turned back to me. "And if you dare try to compete with Ivy, I will bankrupt the Mercer family."
My parents were purple with rage. "Who told you we needed your money? The audits clearly show"
I cut my father off.
He didnt know the future. The merger benefited the Huntingdons far more than us. If the deal fell through, it was Warners family who would suffer. But I didnt want Warner to know that yet.
I squeezed my fathers arm and looked Warner in the eye. "I accept the breakup."
The dissolution of the Mercer-Huntingdon engagement sent shockwaves through New York society.
But Warner was too busy playing house with Ivy to notice. By the time his parents found out and demanded he crawl back to me, Warner had hatched a plan. He convinced them that Ivy was a secret heiress, her wealth temporarily tied up in offshore trusts, matching my family's status.
Of course, I helped him sell the lie. Without my subtle interventions in the background, his parents would have uncovered the truth in an hour.
So, the wedding date was set.
I thought Id seen the last of Ivy for a while, but fate is funny. I was at the bridal salon for a final fitting when she waltzed in. She pointed a manicured finger at the gown behind memy gown.
"Sutton," she said, entitlement radiating off her. "That dress belongs to me. If you know whats good for you, youll hand it over."
I paused. I had designed that dress. I had flown to Paris to select the lace. It was only back in the shop because Id lost a few pounds from stress and needed it taken in.
"Ms. Sinclair," I said coolly. "With your vast family fortune, surely you can commission your own gown? Or is taking other peoples things a pathology for you?"
The shop assistants, who read the tabloids, covered their mouths to hide their giggles.
Ivys face went pale. She wasnt used to resistance from me. She wasnt the type to back down, though.
Suddenly, she slapped herself hard across the face, twice, and collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
"Ms. Mercer! I know I shouldn't have fallen in love with Warner, but I can't help my heart! You can beat me, but I won't give him up!"
I stared at her, genuinely impressed by the performance. But before I could react, the door slammed open.
3
"Sutton Mercer! How dare you!"
Warner stormed in, bristling with rage.
"I told you to stay away from us! Ivy is my wife in every way that matters!"
Ivy looked up through tear-filled lashes. "Warner, its a misunderstanding! I... I just fell. I fell right onto Suttons hand. Its not her fault!"
It was a masterclass in manipulation. Warner looked ready to explode.
"Im calling the police," he snarled. "I dont want a settlement. I want you in jail. Don't worry, you won't be lonely; Ill make sure your whole family joins you."
As he pulled out his phone, I turned to the shop manager, my voice calm and bored.
"Please save the footage from all eighteen 4K security cameras. The police will appreciate the evidence." I looked back at Warner. "I don't accept mediation either. filing a false police report is a crime, isn't it? I wonder if a prison sentence will interfere with your wedding date?"
Ivy froze. She realized too late that a high-end Manhattan bridal salon had better surveillance than a casino.
"Warner... don't call," she stammered. "It really was an accident."
Warner wasn't stupid. He saw the panic in her eyes. He lowered the phone, the realization dawning on him that the footage would show something very different from her story.
The silence stretched, awkward and heavy.
I smiled at Ivy. "If you like the dress so much, you can buy it. Im sure with your combined 'wealth,' a hundred thousand dollars is pocket change, right?"
Warner wanted to defend her honor, but he had given all his liquidity to his parents to prove Ivys financial standing. His cards were maxed out. He couldn't buy a veil in this shop, let alone the gown.
Defeated and humiliated, with no one offering them a graceful exit, they slunk out of the store like thieves.
For the next few weeks, they were ghosts. Rumor had it they were holed up in Ivys rental, afraid to show their faces.
I didnt see them again until the day of the wedding.
I was standing at the entrance of the Plaza Hotel, wearing the dress, greeting guests. Warner saw me and his face darkened.
"Sutton, have you no shame?" he hissed, marching up to me. "I dumped you. Why are you standing here in a wedding dress? Are you hoping Ill take you back as a mistress?"
His eyes lit up with a twisted hope. In his mind, I was still the pathetic woman who loved him to death.
"Is that it?" he laughed, arrogant. "You know I only said those things to hurt you, right? I didn't mean to drive you crazy."
Ivy stood beside him in a rented gown that fit poorly. She looked at me, radiant in the dress she had coveted, surrounded by the elite of New York. Her eyes were red with envy.
"Sister Sutton," she said through gritted teeth. "You agreed to the breakup. Wearing a wedding dress here... its desperate. Warner and I have our marriage license. Youre practically making a move on a married man."
I started laughing. I couldn't help it. The guests around me joined in, a ripple of amusement moving through the crowd.
"First," I said, wiping a tear from my eye, "my family owns this hotel."
"Second, if youd bother to read the sign, this is my wedding to my husband. Not yours."
"And finally," I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a chill, "get the hell out of my way. Youre bad luck."
4
Warner and Ivy finally looked around. The signage was clear. The guests were mostly from my side of the aisle, or mutual business associates who had clearly chosen a side.
And the groom... the man waiting for me inside was a titan. Compared to him, the Huntingdon family was new money trying too hard.
Warners face drained of color.
"We broke up less than a month ago," he stammered. "Do you have no respect for feelings? Will you marry anyone just to help your familys business?"
I rolled my eyes internally. In our world, feelings were volatile liabilities; interests were stable assets. A marriage bound by profit was often stronger than one bound by passion.
But that wasn't a speech for a wedding day.
"What?" I scoffed. "You can fall in love at first sight and elope, but I can't dump a loser and find my soulmate? Don't flatter yourself, Warner. You know who Im marrying. Hes ten times the man you are."
Warner was speechless.
Ivy, vibrating with jealousy, tried to salvage the moment. "Warner, don't you see? To her, love is just a transaction. Shed marry a checkbook. Im different. I love you, not your inheritance."
Warner seemed to relax at that. "You're right," he said, lifting his chin. "Sutton, my family business is facing a temporary liquidity crisis. Were near bankruptcy."
He said it like a test.
"But its temporary. Ivy doesn't care. Shes standing by me to rebuild. Unlike you, who jumped ship for a bigger yacht."
I ignored him and turned to Ivy, smiling sweetly.
"You do know, don't you? The Mercer-Huntingdon merger wasn't to save my family. It was to save his. Since I was going to be marrying down anyway, I figured I might as well marry up. At least now I don't have to worry about whether the electricity stays on."
Before I could say more, Warner's parents came running from the ballroom across the hallthe smaller, less prestigious venue they had booked.
"What are you doing here?" his mother gasped. "Didn't you get the venue change notification?"
The crowd looked at them with pity. Warners parents straightened their spines.
"Yes, our business has hit a snag," his father announced loudly. "But our new daughter-in-law, Ivy, is no ordinary woman. Once the Sinclair trust funds transfer, the Huntingdon empire will be untouchable."
I laughed so hard I nearly choked. I pointed toward the hotel entrance.
"Speaking of family," I said, gasping for air. "Youre so busy crashing my wedding, you missed your own VIP guests."
Everyone turned.
A large, chaotic group was pushing past security. They looked roughworn down by hard living and bad choices.
Warners parents looked confused. Ivy stumbled back, her face grey. "How... how are you here?"
Two young boys, maybe ten and twelve, broke from the group and sprinted toward her, latched onto her legs.
"Mom! Mommy! Why didn't you tell us you were getting married?"
"Is this our new daddy?"

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