Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The elevator arrived at the fifth floor, and Atlas Hallow pushed open the bedroom door, where he could hear soft music playing.

An unknown singer was gently singing in English, with a rhythm that was somewhat melancholic yet very touching.

The terrace’s floor-to-ceiling glass door was wide open. Though spring had arrived, a slight chill lingered. Charlotte Miller had turned the room’s heating to its maximum, so the warm air blew onto the terrace, making it feel spring-like even there.

Atlas Hallow walked over and saw a small bouquet of pink roses on the exquisite dining table, and pale pink candles inserted into a silver candlestick. When lit, they began to disperse a faint fragrance in the air. Red wine had already been poured into the wine glasses, its pigeon blood red hue enchanting and captivating, and when she raised her glass on the terrace towards him, it was more intoxicating than any expensive bottle of wine in this world...

Charlotte had many sides, but this was the first time he had seen her like this. It was somewhat formal and breathtakingly beautiful.

The black cocktail dress tightly outlined her figure, especially her waist, which seemed even thinner than before, almost fragile enough to hold. The black high heels accentuated the lines of her calves, making them appear even more flawlessly long. The boatneck cocktail dress distinctly exposed her rounded yet slender shoulders, and her prominent collarbones made her look delicate when she wore nothing else, evoking tenderness.

Her long hair cascaded down, with a few strands covering her elegant profile. When she raised her wine glass, her long eyelashes lifted like fans, and those clear, watery eyes blinked at him, seemingly stealing his breath away.

Indeed, as long as someone is human, they truly have weaknesses, and Charlotte was his weakness.

If this extraordinarily beautiful woman smiled at him while hiding a knife behind her back, approaching to stab it into his heart, he wouldn’t have any defenses, and perhaps he really would die at her hands.

After the housekeeper brought the steak on a tray, all the dishes were already served.

Charlotte first broke the silence.

She smiled and said, ”You must be hungry, right? This is your favorite dish.”

Was it prepared by her? How long had it been since such a thing happened? She spoke to him with a calm and smiling face.

Atlas Hallow almost felt shameful, her words alone making his heart race uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, then sat down calmly.

Charlotte picked up the thin shawl from her chair and draped it over her shoulders. Though it was a bit cold, he nonetheless wished to finish the dinner on the terrace.

The dinner atmosphere was extremely peculiar; neither of them wanted to break the final silence, so neither one spoke.

The portions were just right, and the taste quite good; if not for the emotions involved, it could be considered a perfect meal in terms of the quality of dishes and the environment of the Hallow Family, even down to the silver cutlery, which was impeccable. Moreover, the man dining together was flawless; Atlas Hallow always exuded an irresistible high-voltage charm to women, and when he focused on someone, it was electrifyingly irresistible.

However, this perfect meal was meant to say goodbye to the past.

Charlotte elegantly wiped her mouth, stood up, adjusted the shawl on her shoulders, and said quietly, ”Let’s go to the study. It’s a bit cold here.”

In a normal interaction between a man and a woman, after such an extravagant dinner with a few glasses of wine, they might become intimate; but she suggested going to the study to talk. Atlas Hallow wouldn’t naively think Charlotte wanted to play some fun games in the study with him; she sincerely had matters to discuss, and it was the most suitable place for the talk.

Hearing Charlotte’s words made Atlas Hallow’s steps slow, with a hint of anger mixed with a touch of despair.

Their bedroom and study were separated by just one room, a very short distance, yet Atlas Hallow felt as if he was traversing mountains and rivers for a lifetime.

If he were to hear a verdict, he’d wish for it to be delayed, even by a second.

He didn’t want to hear anything from Charlotte’s sweet mouth that he couldn’t tolerate.

Because even he didn’t know what he would do if she insisted on divorcing him.

Atlas Hallow entered the study and realized Charlotte seemed to have been fully prepared.

In the study, daffodils were blooming vigorously, and the housekeeper had already delivered two steaming cups of rich tea. The aroma of the piping hot tea filled the space, offering a slight warmth, but they both knew this warmth was fleeting, shorter than a blooming cactus flower.

He stood in front of the desk, legs crossed as he leaned there, watching Charlotte sit down. She picked up the cup, took a sip of the warm tea, then turned to look at him and spoke seriously.

”Atlas Hallow, during the time I’ve been married into the Hallow Family, thank you for your care.” Charlotte looked at the man several meters away, her husband, the man she once loved, with her heart full of sorrow as she spoke.

”And then?” Atlas Hallow slowly walked up, stood in front of Charlotte, looking at her with a faint smile, his voice low, tone calm yet with a trace of warning.

And then?

Charlotte opened her mouth, wanting to continue, but felt her throat seemed blocked by an inexplicable ball of thread, unable to speak, making even breathing a bit difficult.

She cleared her throat after another sip of tea. Actually, negotiating with Atlas Hallow, whoever presents terms first is bound to fail.

But Charlotte was thoroughly prepared, so would she perish?

”If during this year, you truly liked me, then please let me go, okay? Ethan said it’s true; I’m a bird yearning for freedom, hoping every feather on me gets soaked in the sunlight of freedom. I don’t want to stay by your side; I prefer broader horizons or rather more varied emotions.” After saying this, Charlotte turned her head aside, her gaze landing on the table beside the sofa with a pot of blooming daffodils.

She resented his deceit, hated him for causing her to lose little Hallow, but still wanted to say goodbye properly.

All these deceptions and hurts should be exchanged for a year of his tolerance and meticulous care!

Past scenes unfolded like a movie before Charlotte, from the first moment she met him at the marriage registry to him flying her on a private plane to see the snow, with all the sweetness and sorrow hard to forget.

Perhaps this was one of life’s tribulations. Now, Charlotte only hoped to emerge from the ordeal, staying true to herself.

What is Ethan Baird really? Atlas Hallow sneered coldly, the Baird Family couldn’t even protect themselves now, so what was Ethan Baird?

Did Charlotte really have thoughts of divorce? Were she unwilling to act the part anymore?

If so, she couldn’t blame him for being ruthless.

Atlas Hallow leaned closer, his handsome face nearly touching hers, then slowly said, ”You’re still too young, your mind unsettled, you’ll think differently in a few years...”

Charlotte had always known Atlas Hallow wouldn’t easily agree to a divorce, yet hearing him say this still brought about heartsickness and anxiety.

If she served as a slave long enough, she might truly become one. She wasn’t willing to play this role; this man never treated her sincerely, unwilling to continue being his vessel for desire.

”I don’t like you. Why hold onto me? You won’t be happy.” Charlotte bit her lip, her voice filled with helplessness.

Atlas Hallow chuckled: ”Naturally, it’s good to get what I like; if I can’t have it, I’m always unscrupulous. In that regard, I’m unlike you.” When he spoke, deep in his eyes turned into a cold, dark abyss: ”If I can’t have what I like, I’d rather destroy it than let other men have it. You were the most satisfying woman I ever had, how couldn’t I be happy? With you, every night is indescribably thrilling for me...”

The inner fury was beyond expression, just like the flower he carefully nurtured daily emerged with thorns at full bloom, piercing and slicing his palms with blood gushing.

”So tell me, who do you like? Jack Smith? Would such a man satisfy you?” Atlas Hallow coldly laughed, his words marked with a trace of ridicule.

”What I like is a feeling. It’s a strange thing, like when I once liked you because you were mature enough. Now I probably prefer him because I enjoy seeing him shine on the stage, something you could never achieve.” Since confronting it openly, whether it led to death horizontally or vertically, might as well die more honorably.

Because by dying quickly, rebirth also happens quickly...

She was born to attract romance; Atlas Hallow’s eyes turned bloodshot. He disregarded the words of those charlatans; even if she attracted romance, he intended to pluck it one by one, beginning with Jack Smith.