Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Charlotte used to think that the varied musky scent on Atlas Hallow, exuding with his breath and body temperature, carried an inherent masculine charm that drove women crazy. But now, when that almost imperceptible musk enveloped her, when the man’s once thin lips pressed into sensual lines, it terrified her.

Atlas gently reached out, tucking her hair behind her ear, lifting her chin to meet her gaze: ”Don’t worry, you’ll like it. Didn’t you enjoy it yesterday?”

Natural and instinctive physiological responses are uncontrollable, and this sentence made Charlotte unbearably ashamed. This man knew how to crush a person’s will just as it was forming, to the point of collapse.

That’s why Ethan once said Atlas Hallow was a terrifying enemy, repeatedly warning her to be careful.

Sometimes love is like a huge soap bubble, dazzling and mesmerizing, but when you try to embrace it, it bursts instantly and disappears without a trace.

So in that moment, when Atlas talked about feeling, Charlotte truly wished to kill, but she knew only by enduring could she become stronger.

When she couldn’t find Atlas Hallow’s weakness to fight him, she had to endure, even if it meant humbling herself to the dust, because she knew she deserved a better life.

”What are you thinking? How to defeat me?” Atlas looked at Charlotte, this girl with clear eyes. It was easy to guess what was on her mind. Atlas liked that she still had the desire to challenge him, for if Charlotte wanted to defeat him, at least it wouldn’t feel as hopeless as still water between them.

”If you don’t let me go, or if you don’t kill me, one day I’ll make you lose everything...” Charlotte propped her elbow on the floor and slowly stood up, not wanting to appear so weak in front of this man.

She almost used all her strength to stand and face Atlas Hallow, even though he towered over her, hoping not to seem too insignificant in front of this tall man.

Charlotte didn’t even know if this meal was breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

But it was certainly the most she’d eaten in over a month.

After a hearty meal, she rested for almost half an hour before entering the bathroom. When she took off her clothes, she was startled by her own body. Today, she made the water hotter than usual, as if only hotter water could relieve the soreness and fatigue.

Her cool skin soaked in the water slowly revealed a pink hue from the whiteness, accentuating the blue and red marks on her body.

In matters of intimacy, Atlas Hallow was truly a master. He knew how to make a woman experience ultimate pleasure, but also, because he understood women too well, he knew how to torture them into unbearable misery.

Charlotte bit her lip, thinking about how she should avoid getting pregnant with Atlas’s child again. He had revealed his true self; beneath the elegant façade, she was merely a vessel for his terrifying and vigorous desires. She didn’t even know what his intention for wanting a child was.

If her child came into this world, it would only be for love. Inheriting wealth or being given to another woman as comfort were things she could never allow, as that would be her greatest insult.

If this man wanted to touch her at any time, she had no means of resistance. When Atlas Hallow really wanted it, he would have his way, any struggle on her part would be futile, even making her obediently crawl onto his lap.

Before she could leave, all she could do was find ways not to get pregnant by him again. If it really happened, that would be a true tragedy.

He didn’t take precautions; many men don’t like to wear condoms, saying it’s like scratching an itch through a boot. Atlas Hallow didn’t like them either, but he used to, but now he doesn’t bother at all, seemingly deliberately trying to get her pregnant again. Now, she only had two options before her: either take medication or undergo subcutaneous implantation contraceptive injections at the hospital, but how could she manage to get this done at the hospital?

Atlas watched her closely. If she left the house not to go to Hallow Clan but to a hospital, he’d immediately know.

But if she went to a gynecologist, surely he couldn’t follow her in?

Before her lawyer could come up with a viable plan, before Ethan came back, she had to be careful. He was such an arrogant, domineering man, and if Atlas Hallow found out she was taking birth control or considering subcutaneous implant contraceptives, he’d surely go mad.

This matter couldn’t be delayed even a little; one more day meant one more chance of getting pregnant.

After bathing, Charlotte went to the closet, picking out a turtleneck sweater to cover up the ambiguous marks on her body, changed her shoes, and went downstairs, encountering Atlas Hallow just coming out of the study.

”Where are you going?” Just out of the shower, she was as fresh as morning dew on a leaf, her face faintly pink, making one want to bite.

”Can I go to the hospital?” Charlotte’s heart began racing; lying to such a man required immense courage.

”What’s wrong?” Atlas moved closer, scrutinizing her with eyes sharp enough to slice through her clothes.

”I... it hurts there. I want to get it checked...” Charlotte said arduously, her head almost hanging low.

Atlas chuckled softly, arms crossed over his chest, speaking in a low voice: ”If you don’t cooperate, it will hurt for sure. A little more lubricant will help next time, or should we use some lubes for extra fun?”

Yesterday, toward the end, she was a bit strained, yet he showed no sign of stopping, so it’s understandable she’d feel discomfort.

”Can I go now?” Charlotte asked softly, in her heart wishing for a knife. She longed to plunge it into Atlas Hallow’s heart, dig a hole until his blood ran dry, and cut out his tongue.

Atlas nodded, he wasn’t so cruel as to not let her go to the hospital.

”I’ll go with you.” He instinctively said, even he was surprised at himself, the unconscious urge to care for her constantly filling his mind, making him laugh at his own lack of resolve.

”Let me go alone for a while, is that okay? I won’t run away...” Charlotte’s voice sounded almost like a resigned plea.

Atlas fought the urge to embrace her, nodded expressionlessly in agreement.

He still couldn’t bring himself to be harsh with her, as if not agreeing would bring her to tears.

The sight of her tears was unbearable to him; it was like that before, and still is.

The hospital was always the busiest place, the smell of disinfectant permeating every space. Charlotte asked the driver to wait for her by the entrance. The driver wouldn’t dare go in, either, since it was the gynecology department.

The subcutaneous implant contraceptive method involves placing a certain dose of progestin in a silicone tube, which is then buried under the skin to slowly release small amounts of the hormone, achieving contraception. But it still has some side effects on the body, although better than taking pills. It requires a small incision on the inside of the upper arm. Would Atlas be suspicious?

”Are you sure you want to do it now? Actually, for young couples, using condoms is better since this may cause dizziness, headaches, and weight gain.” the female doctor looked at Charlotte. Why would such a beautiful girl want this? If not for her noble and fresh aura, one might suspect she was one of those high-class club girls.

”I’m sure.” Charlotte nodded firmly; those side effects were more acceptable to her than pregnancy.

But how would she explain returning with a wound on her arm?

Atlas was in the study. A rare quiet weekend for him.

This study was also a place she usually liked to stay in, with many books showing signs of her having leafed through them. The tablet was on the sofa, and Atlas picked it up casually, opening it to subconsciously check her browsing history, finding it empty?

But he’d seen her with this tablet several times. Atlas connected the tablet to his computer, starting a data recovery process.

The most effective contraceptive methods?

The safest contraceptive methods?

Subcutaneous implant method, effective for up to five years...

And she had searched for which hospitals offered these procedures. Atlas’s face turned ashen, the sharp and murderous glint in his eyes chilling.

That damn woman, how dare she even think of this? It seemed she had been planning for a long time, meticulously deleting all records, but he found them anyway. Seeing the spotless record had already made him feel something was off.

Charlotte, you really have a lot of nerve...