Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Charlotte hadn’t yet reacted to what was happening, only feeling as if her world had turned upside down, as she was pulled into a solid, warm male embrace.

She looked up, her gaze meeting Atlas’s deep, ink-black eyes: ”I’m just worried about your safety, that’s all. Is it so strange to see me here?” As he finished speaking, Charlotte suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing that it wasn’t an illusion; Atlas was indeed here.

But did her safety really require such concern? It wasn’t possible for anything to happen; she was just visiting the hospital, it seemed a bit exaggerated.

He probably wasn’t worried about her, but rather the little one inside her, right? Ever since she became pregnant, Atlas had been prone to overreacting.

The one who truly should be worried now was Luna.

Because everything happening to Luna made Charlotte feel increasingly guilty; she had meant well but managed to make a mess of everything.

”I’ve already found the best doctors to consult her. You should go back and rest.” After all, the hospital isn’t a place suitable for long stays, though it saves lives, the air is really unpleasant. Atlas looked at Charlotte’s pale little face; his aunt said she left without eating, and sure enough, her complexion was poor, causing him distress.

After receiving the call from his aunt, he felt agitated and uneasy in the office, thinking she might see Jack at the hospital. Despite his usual dedication to work, he made an exception to cancel all his meetings and came over, only to witness a scene he preferred not to see.

As she was about to faint, Jack caught her, moving as gracefully as a falling petal, captivating any man’s heart.

It seems the allure isn’t unfounded; it’s not just her fate drawing admirers, her beauty alone would enchant any man.

Jack?

Inwardly, Atlas sneered bitterly, his deep eyes turning icily cold, yet Charlotte didn’t notice the change in his gaze.

She paused slightly, then shook her head: ”There’s nothing wrong with my body, I want to stay here and wait for Luna to wake up.”

Considering she almost fainted in broad daylight, claiming nothing’s wrong seems unconvincing, but she knows her body best. Truly no issues; probably just hadn’t eaten breakfast and was a bit anxious.

”I’ve arranged a private ward for Luna at the hospital. If you want to wait, sit and rest there. I’ll have someone accompany you.” He didn’t like Charlotte being around Jack for even a second longer than necessary.

Charlotte nodded, then followed one of Atlas’s men in black attire to the newly arranged ward.

After Charlotte left, Atlas’s thin lips slowly curled into a cold smirk, a glint of mockery in his eyes. His sturdy figure walked step by step towards Jack, as a dangerous aura began to arise from all directions.

Jack didn’t retreat; he had long heard of Atlas’s fickle and mysterious nature, but it was merely hearsay until now. At this moment, he found the danger exceptionally real, staring at Atlas’s emotionally frozen face, likening him to a poised-to-explode atomic bomb, capable of obliterating everything.

”Don’t ever seek my wife again. This is neither a negotiation nor a request, understand?” Atlas’s eyes, sharp like a blade, seemed intent on shredding Jack to pieces, as if pulverizing him entirely.

He loathed any man’s appreciative gaze falling upon Charlotte.

Proudly he faced Jack, his gaze like that of a devil from the shadows, his voice chillingly desolate: ”If it happens again, I definitely won’t show mercy.” He had spared Jack several times, realizing without a substantial warning, it wouldn’t suffice.

He didn’t want any unpleasantness between him and Charlotte, for Jack and Charlotte had never truly been involved, but this undefined relationship was intolerable, harboring hidden danger.

All relationships between men and women, given a chance, might escalate from a qualitative change. He couldn’t allow any man an opportunity for closer contact with Charlotte.

”Why didn’t you say this in front of her earlier? You afraid to let her know about these words?” Jack couldn’t understand, did Atlas really intend to control Charlotte? Not even allowing her ordinary friends.

Was this exceptional love or merely a rich man’s pride issue? If Charlotte was happy, then all was well, but if not?

Yet he seemed without any qualification to judge her well-being, as only Charlotte herself could truly perceive her own happiness.

”I’m not afraid she’d know; I just don’t want to upset her.” Atlas looked at Jack’s misty eyes, murderously rising in a flash, showing off perhaps?

Atlas’s voice grew icier; why ask him this? Charlotte belonged to him; no other man had the right to inquire or even covet.

Both men stood, tense and hostile, the hospital air turning chillingly oppressive, as though the entire scene had frozen, all noise ceased. The air grew so quiet, one could hear a pin drop, Atlas sneered without care, facing Jack: ”If you don’t want your career destroyed, stay in line.”

”If you’re bad to her, I’d rather destroy it.” Atlas had said this much, would he relent? This wasn’t a matter of relenting, nor a moment’s impulsive action; he never had such clean and simple thoughts, only desired to protect someone, wishing she lived well, even if not his own.

For the first time, Jack transparently revealed his intentions in front of Atlas.

Atlas laughed coldly, seeming to understand innately the nature of men; his already icy eyes grew even darker, an entirely undisguisable threat emanating from him.

”You think I don’t dare destroy it?” Atlas’s handsome face bore a chilling expression, his thin lips curling into a ruthless, wild smile: ”If you really want to try, I won’t oppose.” With a bloodthirsty smirk dancing across his lips, Jack seemed so feeble in his eyes.

Jack, however, never saw it that way; Atlas was incredibly wealthy, allegedly able to rival a nation in riches, yet Jack possessed greater public influence than Atlas, though it might not pose a threat to Atlas, it could certainly cause him trouble.

So what if one strikes with eggs against rocks? In life, some acts are meant to be done without consideration of consequences.

He wouldn’t allow Jack an opportunity to harass Charlotte,

Once Atlas turned away, his previous anger began to slowly dissipate. Not that he feared anything but thinking of the child in Charlotte’s womb, he always wished for the child, and his hands, to stay less stained.

After turning away, his voice rose coldly through the air: ”Take care of yourself.”

Not only for his child with Charlotte but because Charlotte had a soft heart, so unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t strike ruthlessly.

That scene had pained him, inciting his anger, but warning Jack proved beneficial.

”Then please treat her well; Charlotte is a good girl.” Jack dropped his gaze, avoiding Atlas’s departing figure.

”Charlotte is my wife, of course I’ll treat her well...” Atlas spoke deliberately, his gaze slowly cooling anew.

Jack was truly tactless, daring even to discuss this matter with him; did Atlas need an outsider’s advice on how to treat Charlotte?

The fierce, cold tone lingered in his mouth, each word inspiring fear, the animosity among men seemed destined as a sword severing everything, leaving nothing but blood.

Jack, being a public figure, couldn’t escape notice at the hospital despite any attempts to conceal himself.

The media began sensationalizing Jack’s relationship with Luna, even her physical condition was portrayed as intricately linked to Jack.

Suddenly, Jack found himself thrust into a storm, becoming the headline of all entertainment news.

Advertising companies even proposed contract terminations, as an artist’s lifestyle issues would greatly impact his career; such matters have been the most taboo in recent entertainment circles. If it were about marriage and children, fans would typically offer blessings, but any scandalous party truly occurring would undoubtedly spell the end of Jack’s career.

The agent, nearly blistering with stress, urged: ”Jack, quickly release a statement; this was the police looking for you, you went to the hospital just to check on a former colleague, if any ads pull out, it’ll be too late to explain...”

Never encountering such a situation before, it seemed as though someone was orchestrating everything, or there wouldn’t be such an overflow of insider information emerging.

Who could it be?