Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Is there really nothing? My life is only you, don’t you know?” Hailey spoke as though crying blood with each word. She never imagined that after all these years of endurance and waiting, thinking it was finally the end, Atlas Hallow could easily dismiss her with a simple ’nothing’.

”I can’t give you more; relying on a man’s apologies is not wise for a lifetime.” The table was filled with sumptuous food, yet Atlas hadn’t even touched his chopsticks.

Previously, he hadn’t wanted to make it so clear with Hailey because he never believed that love existed in this world, until he met Charlotte.

Love never appears in any tangible form; it’s an illusory feeling.

Being a businessman, he needed things to be clear and straightforward, so he didn’t believe in anything that appeared illusory and especially didn’t believe in the existence of love.

But Charlotte crashed into his life this way.

She appeared so unexpectedly, making love seem intangible, giving him a different feeling. Whenever he faced her, it was like tasting a sweet and sour candy on a long, dull afternoon, or seeing a beam of moonlight on his dim sky during a boundless night, gently warming his heart until it melted.

The feeling of affection has never been describable, and when he was sure Charlotte was the woman he wanted to spend his life with, he needed to make a clear break with the past.

The indecisive matters always hurt both parties, and Hailey is waiting for an outcome that will never happen.

If Charlotte hadn’t walked into his life, perhaps any woman would be the same to him.

But Charlotte came into his life unexpectedly with her captivating demeanor.

”Hailey, I’ve given everything I can, and what’s left I cannot give.” His affection, his love, he couldn’t give because it was all given to Charlotte. In truth, it can’t be considered as given by him; Charlotte, like a transparent crystal doll, absorbed all his likes and loves, leaving not a bit.

With time passing, this feeling in his heart became increasingly clear.

”If anything happens in the future, I’ll have Daniel Parker contact you.” After Atlas finished speaking, he stood up. Hailey’s room was always filled with a faint scent of powder, and even the slight odor made him uncomfortable.

If not for his father’s intervention years ago, perhaps he would have already separated from Hailey, living their respective lives, and Hailey might have had a family by now.

But if Hailey hadn’t wanted someone from the Miller Family to be her child’s surrogate mother, if she hadn’t selfishly wanted to control his future life, he might never have met Charlotte.

The beautiful, enchanting, remarkably intelligent girl might have stayed in the United States, met another man, married, and had children. If they ever met on the street someday, they’d just be dreadful strangers.

Thinking of this alone scared him. Sometimes missing out is a lifetime regret.

Atlas Hallow left, the dishes on the table untouched, the wine’s taste changed because it had been decanted too long and lost its optimal aroma and taste, yet she kept drinking cup after cup, letting the tears flow.

The long-awaited gift was finally coming, but accompanied by Atlas Hallow’s separation from her.

Will it be clear and clean from now on, never to meet again?

How can it be possible?

Even though their child grows inside Charlotte, it is the blending of her and his blood.

This is a connection between two people that can never be severed, and is he really prepared to send her and the child abroad, ignoring everything?

Using a child to compensate for all the suffering she endured?

She originally thought Atlas Hallow merely looked somewhat stern, but he was soft-hearted, otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to her request when she cut off the ovaries and uterus in her belly back then. But now she discovered that Atlas Hallow was truly a man who could harden his heart.

All the tolerance he had before was merely indifference. Perhaps guilt plagued him, but more often than not, it was because he truly didn’t care. But with Charlotte appearing, all this changed.

He was unexpectedly eager to sever ties with the past, and so decisively.

She refuses to believe that after having a child, after having the product of their blended blood, he could truly sever ties with her.

Everything waits until Charlotte gives birth, perhaps there will be many changes, and maybe she won’t make it off the operating table, which is not impossible. After all, isn’t there anyone in this world who doesn’t love money?

She drank while fantasizing and imagining various possibilities, laughing and crying as if caught in madness.

Atlas Hallow checked his watch; the timing was just right.

His gaze fell on a nearby building; the top floor was where he and she lived, a place he was yearning to return to.

Charlotte was packing, feeling a bit troubled.

Atlas hadn’t told her exactly where they were going for the vacation; perhaps it was to a snowy place in the north or a sunny tropical location.

She was hesitating between a down jacket and a bikini.

Should she take both?

She could hardly imagine; her suitcase could contain winter coats as well as summer dresses, so chaotic...

Atlas Hallow returned and saw Charlotte. She was wearing a loose robe, sitting on the carpet. In front of her was an open suitcase, showing some neatly packed items and others not packed yet.

Around her were scattered fluffy down jackets, sweaters, jeans, strappy long dresses, and even a small, exquisitely sexy bikini.

”Help me pack.” Charlotte looked up at Atlas Hallow, from bottom to top, observing the barely noticeable smile in his eyes and on his lips. She captured the moment his lips slightly curved with a perfect, sharp arc, like a beam of light shining into her heart.

”You’re the first to ask me such a thing.” Atlas sat beside her, smoothing her soft long hair, then bent down and picked up the thin bikini strap with his fingers, his gaze growing intensely dark.

”Just bring this.” He tucked the small bikini into his hand, kissed the corner of Charlotte’s lips, and whispered.

Charlotte stood up barefoot, facing Atlas, pouting and softly demanding, ”Where exactly are you taking me?”

He loved to hear her voice; when she spoke, she couldn’t help but sound sweet and soft like cotton candy.

Atlas crouched down, gathering her scattered belongings and returning them to the dressing room: ”You’ll know in a moment.”

He said a moment? Is it about to leave?

It’s eleven o’clock at night. Are they going now? Driving himself, or going to the airport for a flight, or something else?

”You have ten minutes to change, and then we’ll leave.” He patted Charlotte’s rear to signal her to change quickly.

Charlotte quickly changed clothes. As she left the apartment, she repeatedly asked Atlas Hallow, ”Really not bringing luggage? Are you sure?”

”Not bringing.” Atlas looked at her clear eyes, which, with their long lashes fluttering, shimmered with a dazzling and mysterious light, more breathtakingly beautiful than glass.

It wasn’t until they reached the helipad that Charlotte was startled.

With Atlas’s status, having a private plane wasn’t surprising, but today she was to board not a private plane, but a helicopter.

An Italian-produced Agusta AW139 was parked there; did he intend to personally fly the helicopter and take her on vacation?

Charlotte stood there dumbfounded as he held her hand and guided her onto the plane, and then he seated himself in the pilot’s cabin: ”I told you this is a holiday for just the two of us...” Seeing Charlotte’s stupefied appearance, he couldn’t help but lean over to gently bite her face.

His teeth slightly sank into her skin, causing a sharp pain that immediately brought her to her senses.

Would it just be the two of them for the next few days?

Avoid all crowded places, truly live in a world for two?

Charlotte touched the small spot on her skin where he had bitten, feeling full of anticipation.

This helicopter could reach speeds of two hundred ninety kilometers per hour; where was he taking her?

Charlotte started thinking about a place within hundreds of kilometers of their takeoff point, but Atlas always did things unexpectedly, truly impossible to predict.