Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Under his gaze, Charlotte Miller’s whole body began to stiffen, as if he had frozen her.

Because he was so cold, the aura emanating from him was like ice spikes piercing into her body.

Charlotte looked at Atlas Hallow’s terrifying appearance, took a step back, only to find there was no way out, no escape.

This was a primal forest; the wooden house was built very securely and safely, but if she tried to run away, it would be a dead end.

She wouldn’t even need Atlas Hallow to chase her down; she’d probably become lost before she got very far and be devoured by the forest’s beasts.

Escaping here was thousands of times more difficult than breaking out of prison.

Because she couldn’t even pilot a helicopter, and the only way back to the outside world was with the internal helicopter.

Charlotte gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at Atlas Hallow. The voice that was usually gentle and clear was now low and furious, like a little beast roaring: ”You deceived me? Why did you lie to me?” If he disagreed, he should have let the court make the judgment. Why did he have to kidnap her to this place?

The thought made Charlotte want to take a knife and stab it into Atlas Hallow, dismantling him bone by bone.

Because they once had wonderful times together, and because she once fell for this man, she didn’t want things to end with too much regret. She hadn’t expected things to turn out this way. She had retreated repeatedly, yet Atlas Hallow wanted to push her to where she had no retreat.

What exactly did he want?

”Is it wrong that I deceived you?” Atlas Hallow stepped forward, facing Charlotte. Even he found it hard to understand why he was so obsessively driven to imprison her.

His thoughts were actually the same as Charlotte’s. Charlotte felt that Atlas Hallow was pushing her into a corner, while Atlas Hallow felt it was Charlotte who pushed him down this path.

He originally intended to slowly ease things, but he hadn’t expected to first receive the divorce agreement sent from the court. When he rushed back, he heard Charlotte’s conversation with Jack Smith. This woman, as his wife, was planning with another man to escape far away. She asked Jack Smith to be careful of him. Did she care for her little lover so much?

Inside Atlas Hallow’s heart, it felt like it was on fire, burning fiercely. His reason was thoroughly incinerated by rage, leaving nothing behind.

Watching Charlotte step back once again, his heart turned colder.

As she retreated, he approached and then extended his arm to grasp Charlotte’s shoulders firmly.

The force Atlas used wasn’t great, but it was enough to prevent Charlotte from breaking free.

What could she do on this mountain?

She couldn’t defeat Atlas Hallow, couldn’t run away, and couldn’t call the police because she didn’t even have a cell phone. What else could she do?

Thinking of this, the anger in Charlotte’s mind surged from the soles of her feet, flooding into her eyes. The pair of eyes that were usually gentle as water now burned with fiery brilliance, casting beam after beam towards Atlas Hallow.

Atlas Hallow’s unpredictability had already completely turned everything chaotic.

Charlotte tugged at Atlas Hallow’s arm, trying to remove it from her shoulder, but she couldn’t budge it at all.

In this weather, Atlas Hallow always wore a thin shirt, as if he was unafraid of the cold.

Charlotte hated this appearance of his, always without weakness. She lowered her head and bit hard onto his firm little arm, using almost all her strength.

Biting down hard...

Atlas Hallow let her bite, without even furrowing his brow.

Until Charlotte’s teeth, sharp as a little beast’s, punctured into his skin, his lips still curled with a cold smile.

When the faint taste of blood spread in Charlotte’s mouth, that terrifying flavor made her let go.

Atlas Hallow was wearing a black shirt, showing no bloodstains, but her lips, along with her pearl-white small teeth, had already been stained a bright red.

Atlas Hallow looked at that touch of red on her lips, the sparkle of that tiny red ripple gleaming in his gaze, as he slowly neared, his breath mingling with hers...

The man’s deep voice began to rise in the air: ”This is something of mine, and I should take it back...”

He slowly lowered his head and suddenly kissed Charlotte’s lips fiercely, the aggression like a fierce beast overwhelming with strong, cold male presence, engulfing her completely, layer by layer, like an inescapable net.