Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Perhaps it was Atlas Hallow’s calm demeanor from the start.

Perhaps it was the way he spoke with such apparent sincerity, that Charlotte Miller let down all her defenses in such a short time.

When she drank that glass of red wine, she hesitated briefly but thought she might have watched too many movies; how could he drug her?

Moreover, Atlas Hallow openly replaced her wine glass, leaving Charlotte a bit embarrassed.

Then she drank freely, but soon after, she felt the light in front of her starting to dim.

The only thing visible was Atlas Hallow’s face shrouded in darkness, his sharp eyes exuding a chilling threat...

If time could reverse back to the moment she first met Atlas Hallow, she would never have believed a word he said.

She wouldn’t believe his talk of mutual well-being, nor that it was just a final dinner, nor could she believe he would let her go peacefully.

If time could rewind, after notifying Jack Smith, she should have had a lawyer come and take her away.

Atlas appeared when she was most nervous and casually painted a rosy picture, where both seemed rational, as if bidding farewell meant they could each live wonderful lives.

But she never expected it would end up like this.

When she woke up, she was already taken to the cabin in the forest where Atlas Hallow had originally brought her for a vacation.

The cabin was somewhat large, but in such a vast forest, it looked like a mere toy.

Upon waking, the first thing Charlotte recalled was Atlas Hallow’s cold smile before she lost consciousness.

There was a moment of despair; she didn’t know what would happen to her after losing consciousness.

Would she die, never to see sunlight again?

When she awoke and saw the forest outside, she sighed with relief; after all, she was still alive.

It was already spring, and the forest no longer had the enticing snowy appearance it once did, but rather layers of deep and light greens stacking up, as beautiful as a painting.

Yet, she had no intention to admire the scenery here; all she wanted was to leave quickly.

Atlas Hallow had signed the divorce agreement, but what about three months later?

If she were to be locked here by him forever, what use would a divorce be to her?

She forcefully suppressed the hidden fear in her heart, cursing that she shouldn’t have trusted this man easily.

The forest was too quiet, so quiet one could only hear her breathing, perhaps the distant roar of the Beast, and occasionally, the crisp call of birds breaking through the sky rushing joyfully to the clouds.

Yet now the forest appeared utterly different from the last time she had been here...

When she awoke, she was lying on a sofa chair; Atlas didn’t intend to freeze her, as he had covered her with an animal skin blanket, but she found herself shivering upon standing up.

Because she was still wearing the gray evening gown she had changed into for the solemn farewell the previous night.

Just standing up made her shiver intensely; previously, this room had heating and a fireplace, yet now it felt like an ice cellar.

Charlotte was very afraid of the cold, so she followed the staircase to the bedroom upstairs; she remembered Atlas had prepared plenty of clothing here to fend off the cold.

After changing into a sweater and a large coat, she rushed downstairs, heading straight outside, and standing on the walkway, she saw the helicopter parked distantly on the helipad.

This proved that Atlas Hallow hadn’t left; he was still here.

Yet, within the entire villa, she couldn’t see a trace of him; where was he?

Suddenly, a dangerous presence suffocated her, causing her to stop breathing for a moment; Charlotte hesitated for two seconds before turning around and shrieked loudly.

She staggered back two steps, staring wide-eyed at the man who appeared silently behind her like a ghost.

He hadn’t even made a sound; where did he emerge from?

Charlotte’s chest heaved up and down, her terrified eyes fixed on Atlas Hallow.

He had bound her here, stripping away the elegant and calm façade.

Perhaps they were destined to become enemies, standing opposite to each other in a brutal clash.

The calm gentleness in his eyes from yesterday was long gone; his eyes were as cold as the ice formed by the snow from their vacation, devoid of any emotion.