Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Joseph Shaw’s upright figure blocked Annie Gray’s path, his gaze falling on the tightly clasped hands of the couple in front of him.

So glaring, so glaring that he could barely stand to look at it.

Since when had she become such a woman, daring to hold another man’s hand right in front of him?

Looking at that hand, his handsome face turned ghostly pale. This feeling was too unbearable, truly too unbearable.

Ever since he was born, getting things was always simple, effortlessly acquired, yet this woman played so many tricks with him, was she playing hard to get?

In fact, people’s characters are shaped by their environment over time. As the most outstanding heir of the Shaw Family, Joseph Shaw was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so no one dared to fight him for anything. To say he was a little devil in this world wouldn’t be an exaggeration. In Joseph Shaw’s world, it seemed like everything was his, and everything he wanted would be marked with his label.

For him, Annie was like his private possession from a few years ago. Even though in recent years she hadn’t been by his side day and night, they would still often meet, and besides, she didn’t have any other men, which always made Joseph Shaw feel Annie was his.

But suddenly, Annie was about to hold someone else’s hand and walk into the marriage registry, which he couldn’t accept, as if someone was forcibly taking away his things from him.

Joseph Shaw and Atlas Hallow’s personalities had a similarity, which was that whoever made him uncomfortable for a moment, he would want to make them uncomfortable for a lifetime.

Before coming here, he had already prepared to ruin these people. If he couldn’t get her, no one else should ever think about getting her either.

Besides, it was impossible for him not to get her. Annie could only be his forever. She was already his woman; how dare someone covet her and snatch her away? Was this courting death?

The man in front was clean and elegant, but in Joseph Shaw’s eyes, he looked like a robber bandit, making him want to kill him immediately.

Annie glanced at Joseph Shaw. She had seen many sides of him, but she had never seen him like this, as if he was bloodthirsty. If he could eat people, he would probably devour everyone here.

A farewell was inevitable. It was better that he came because walking in front of him meant an end to this.

Could he prevent the registry from issuing her a marriage certificate? This marriage registry wasn’t his business; his word here didn’t count, right? She had brought her ID and household registration book; whether he allowed it or not, she was going to register with Hart Hodge today.

Annie lifted her head, glanced at Hart Hodge, and then smiled gently, ”Let’s go...”

Joseph Shaw’s entire world seemed covered in bloodred. When did she completely disregard his feelings, and stop listening to him? Moreover, to be so gentle with another man, she had never spoken to him in such a gentle voice or smiled so tenderly at him, never.

Was he really just a stranger to her?

”I’m asking you one last time, do you want to leave with me?” Joseph Shaw’s voice was chilling and he seemed almost trembling with anger.

Annie was somewhat perplexed. Why would he do this because she was getting married?

What would she be doing with him? Be a hidden lover he couldn’t acknowledge all his life, then live alone in an empty house when old and faded?

So Annie didn’t spare another glance at Joseph Shaw and prepared to walk inside with Hart Hodge.

The air seemed to freeze, Joseph Shaw stood there as if in disbelief. Charlotte Miller moved forward cautiously to block them. She thought to herself that, despite his anger, Joseph Shaw shouldn’t hit her, right?

Unexpectedly, Joseph Shaw didn’t strike. He truly disliked hitting women.

The man’s hand reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a stack of photographs, throwing them coldly at Annie’s feet with a sneer.

What he couldn’t stop by himself, something else could. He didn’t believe Annie would dare to go in and register with the man beside her after seeing them.

He wanted her to be ashamed to death, to be with him forever, even if she didn’t like him, she could only be his.

Charlotte Miller couldn’t stop it in time because Joseph Shaw’s actions were too swift, so quick she couldn’t react.

When she saw Joseph Shaw’s hand reach into his suit pocket, she thought he might be pulling out a knife or a gun but then instinctively thought there was no way Joseph Shaw would dare to act like that in such a place. However, in the split second of her hesitation, a stack of photos scattered like a goddess scattering flowers.

The majority was thrown at Annie’s feet...

Covered a full floor, all of them photos, her photos.

The woman was naked, entwined with a man, posed in various humiliating or enticing positions and scenes, all exposed at the sacred doorway of the marriage registry.

Seeing the scattered photos at her feet, Annie trembled violently.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly, her knees gave out, and she knelt on the ground, her fingers trembling as she tried to pick up those photos from the floor. She didn’t know what else she could do. Did he have to ruin her to feel satisfied?

Tears flickered intensely in her eyes, rendering her speechless. Those photos were like her clothes being stripped off, leaving her bare for public viewing. But could picking up those photos help her put back on any clothes?

But what significance was there? There was none, not anymore. Her most precious privacy as a woman was laid out plainly for everyone to see, every passerby averted their gaze, but they must have been secretly mocking her.

Suddenly she sat in defeat, screamed uncontrollably, furiously tearing apart the photos she had gathered into pieces. Among those fragments were her long legs, her face biting her lip in silent restraint, many kinds of expressions, but each was humiliating to her.

She had already backed down like this, endured him for so many years, she never did anything against morality, nor did she ever hurt Joseph Shaw. So on what grounds did he treat her like this?

Annie’s tearing voice made Charlotte Miller’s tears flow uncontrollably, and she collapsed to the ground, extending her arms to gather up the scattered photos, collecting them desperately and stuffing them into her bag.

She had never experienced something like this before. If she had a knife, she’d truly want to drive it into Joseph Shaw’s heart to see how this man’s heart grew.

Hart Hodge crouched down to embrace Annie, shielding her from seeing those photos, but the images were still astonishing.

”It’s okay, it’s okay...” Hart Hodge said gently, barely able to conceal his emotional turmoil. What kind of past must they have had that led them to become like sworn enemies today, making this man hate her enough to wish her dead?

”You say it’s okay, is it really okay? Look at this woman, see how she is under me?” Joseph Shaw had already gone mad, never in his life had he been so irrational. His presence was like a sharp sword, hurting anyone who came near.

Regardless of the strain on her wounds, Charlotte Miller knelt down to pick up all the scattered photos. She couldn’t afford to comfort Annie; all she could think of was picking them up, not leaving a single one for others to see.

That was a woman’s most unbearable past, exposed in broad daylight for everyone to see. Whenever she thought of it, her tears fell more fiercely, her lips trembled with overwhelming anger.

Annie seemed to have gone mad herself, broke free from Hart Hodge’s embrace, half crawled, half knelt at Joseph Shaw’s feet, her eyes filled with helpless sorrow, choking on her words, ”President Shaw, we’ve known each other for eight years. I was grateful when you paid off my mother’s medical fees, but I also spent eight full years. Isn’t that enough?”

Listening to her choked voice and seeing her kneel before him, Joseph Shaw’s entire mind collapsed. His thin lips trembled; not a word could come out...

”Eight years, how many times have you slept with me? I can’t even count. Even if it’s a thousand times, you paid 500,000 in medical expenses. That’s like me selling myself for 500 once; haven’t I paid you back? Why do you have to ruin me like this? Please, let me go, okay? Let me go...” Annie was hysterical, crying, knelt there trembling as if she might faint at any moment.

”Five hundred once, haven’t I settled it?” In the end, she slumped onto the ground, vacant, speaking with unfocused eyes, ”Besides the five hundred thousand, I owe you nothing. I owe you nothing! Is it okay if I repay you five hundred thousand?”

Her breathing grew weaker, and her voice fell low and terrifying.

”Annie, it’s okay, everything will be okay,” Charlotte Miller, after gathering all the photos, rushed to Annie’s side, hugging Annie to find her body temperature frighteningly low, trembling like a leaf, even her lipstick-coated lips couldn’t hide their pale color...