Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Yes...” When Atlas Hallow said this word, Charlotte Miller felt a deep hostility from him.

”What do you think I want? Figure it out, and I’ll give you the phone to comfort your anxious mother.” Atlas Hallow released Charlotte from his grip, then stood up and looked down at her, as if gazing at a slave at his feet.

”This is the only chance. If you don’t want to make this call, I’ll do it. Talking about your current situation might help her come back to see you sooner.” Atlas Hallow stepped back a few paces, sat back on the sofa, and resumed a relaxed demeanor.

”You want another child?” As Charlotte Miller said this, her heart felt as though it had been pierced, blood flowing out vividly.

When she spoke these words, the pain was not only hers; it also hurt Atlas.

This had once been a forbidden topic, yet at this moment it was brought up again, causing mutual harm.

All he wanted was her, but this woman never understood.

”Smart, aren’t you.” Atlas Hallow snorted coldly. As long as she was around, it seemed like he could have anything.

Indeed, that was the case, Charlotte Miller’s heart grew colder. She stared at Atlas Hallow with hatred, realizing he intended to have a child with Hailey Hill.

There are so many women who can conceive, so why does he insist on clinging to her?

”Come here...” His voice seemed hypnotic, and the phone in his hand was like a lure, drawing her slowly toward him like a puppet.

Charlotte Miller wanted her phone desperately.

At this moment, she deeply wanted to hear her mother’s voice. Being threatened and left in this isolated place, she felt like she could starve at any time, and her survival, inability to die, almost drove her to the brink. She just wanted to hear her mother’s voice, to find some strength to continue resisting Atlas Hallow.

Her trembling hands reached for the phone; at this moment everything in her mind was blank, and her eyes fixed only on the phone.

And just at that moment, the phone began to ring as if it sensed her intention.

A smile tugged at Atlas Hallow’s lips; everyone’s psychological defenses have their most fragile moments.

The ringing of the phone struck through Charlotte Miller’s already thin psychological defenses, because he sensed her helpless surrender in her clear eyes.

His large hand gently patted his leg, and Charlotte’s heart ached as she climbed onto his thigh with reddened eyes.

She felt as if she had died; this kind of submission truly made her feel worse than death...

The truth was, she had been too naive all along; Atlas Hallow was far beyond those figures.

She was at a huge disadvantage fighting against him, as if she was trying to twist an arm against a leg.

Yet she was unwilling; even if the divorce agreement takes effect in three months, so what?

She couldn’t escape from this man’s grasp; she would only transition from bearing the title of his wife to something she couldn’t even name herself.

He would find ways to imprison her anytime, torment her body, suppress her will, endlessly...

Charlotte Miller sat cautiously, looking at Atlas Hallow with a pleading gaze, eyes moist as though they were about to drip.

He toyed with the phone in his large palm, showing no intention of returning it to her.

The ringtone abruptly stopped in his palm.

At Charlotte’s most vulnerable moment, the cessation of the ringtone was like suffocating her; she stared at the phone, trembling like a bird whimpering: ”Please give it to me...”

The word ”please” was something she almost never said, but now she was willing to sell everything just to hear her mother’s voice.

This plea sounded very gratifying to the man.

His fingers brushed the strands of hair from her cheeks behind her ear, revealing a neck as elegant as a swan’s. Warm breath blew upon her neck before his palm opened before her eyes.

Charlotte Miller trembled heavily; she quickly picked up her phone and dialed out.

Atlas Hallow couldn’t help but reach his hand, gently caressing the back of her neck. No matter how much he hated her betrayal, his body still succumbed to her.

His lips began to softly kiss Charlotte’s fair ear, the tip of his tongue teasing the ear canal as if trying to dig deeper.

Charlotte held the phone without daring to struggle, because if she jumped down, Atlas Hallow would undoubtedly smash the phone in the next second. Such a thing was definitely within his capabilities.

With two rings, someone on the other end immediately picked up.

”Charlotte, have you had dinner?” Freya Morgon’s gentle voice came through the radio waves. She wasn’t like a typical mother, rushing to ask why the phone hadn’t been answered, but casually chatting as if they had never been apart, only the simplest of greetings.

How could she not be anxious?

Charlotte saw the missed calls; her mother almost called every three hours, Atlas Hallow had precisely calculated when her mother would call again. He was waiting for her to beg him.

”Yes, I’ve eaten. Mom, how have you been lately?” Charlotte struggled to hold back her tears as she spoke quietly.

”Doing well, I started a vegetable garden, planted some eggplants, and a few rows of chives. Yesterday I made chive dumplings.” Freya’s voice remained gentle, leaving Charlotte with mixed feelings.

Such a woman, her mother, had actually started a vegetable garden. Charlotte Miller wished she could fly to the United States right away to eat some chive dumplings her mother made.

”I really want to come back to you, Mom. I miss chive dumplings, with some eggs added.” Charlotte bit her lip, trying to make her voice sound as normal as possible.

Atlas Hallow listened to what Charlotte was saying, his gaze turning cold.

At some point, he had a sharp blade between his fingers, slowly cutting open Charlotte’s clothing on her back.

His technique was magical, peeling away even her undergarments without cutting her delicate skin.

Strong hands caressed the bare, jade-like back exposed before him, then placed Charlotte on the couch, lips moving across her back...

Charlotte was frightened by Atlas Hallow’s actions. She chatted with her mom while trying to sit up.

Atlas pressed her shoulders, signaling her not to move.

”Luna’s feeling better, Charlotte, I really miss you and want to come see you...” Luna had finally improved significantly, but Freya Morgon was most worried about Charlotte.

This daughter had been stubborn since childhood, which wasn’t evident from her appearance.

She tended to suppress any issues, solving them slowly on her own, a personality bound to suffer.

Lately, Freya often had a feeling of unease, especially in the last two days when she couldn’t reach Charlotte by phone, which amplified the feeling.

”No...” Charlotte blurted out urgently.

Atlas Hallow’s lips curled into a smile; what did she mean by ”No,” as if this wasn’t allowed?

His hands lightly pat the exposed, round little rear; this was not up to her to say no.