Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Synopsis
Blood stained the stock tickers long before anyone in City C dared say the word sacrifice.
When Atlas Hallow moved his hand, companies folded, fortunes vanished, and rivals buried their dead in silence. Behind the brutal corporate war, people whispered the same story: an ex-wife, a lost child, and a man who turned grief into a weapon.
Charlotte Miller never cared for those rumors. She had her own disasters to manage: a crumbling family business, a beautiful sister groomed to be Mrs. Hallow, and a future mapped out without her consent. Then the wedding that was never supposed to be hers fell apart, and Charlotte was pushed into the vacant place at Atlas’s side like a pawn slid across a polished board.
She signs the papers with numb fingers. He slides the ring onto her hand like he’s closing a deal. Later, with his weight caging her against silk sheets and the city lights cutting hard lines across his face, she asks the one question that keeps clawing its way out of her throat: “Why me?”
Atlas’s answer is a quiet, mocking cruelty. The Millers cost him a bride; he’ll take another as compensation. He calls it the worst bargain he’s ever made, but he refuses to let go of it.
Between boardrooms that smell of cold coffee and bloodless victory, and a bedroom where every touch feels like both punishment and possession, Charlotte learns that in Atlas Hallow’s world, love is never offered—only exacted—and every kiss is another line written into their ledger of retribution.
When Atlas Hallow moved his hand, companies folded, fortunes vanished, and rivals buried their dead in silence. Behind the brutal corporate war, people whispered the same story: an ex-wife, a lost child, and a man who turned grief into a weapon.
Charlotte Miller never cared for those rumors. She had her own disasters to manage: a crumbling family business, a beautiful sister groomed to be Mrs. Hallow, and a future mapped out without her consent. Then the wedding that was never supposed to be hers fell apart, and Charlotte was pushed into the vacant place at Atlas’s side like a pawn slid across a polished board.
She signs the papers with numb fingers. He slides the ring onto her hand like he’s closing a deal. Later, with his weight caging her against silk sheets and the city lights cutting hard lines across his face, she asks the one question that keeps clawing its way out of her throat: “Why me?”
Atlas’s answer is a quiet, mocking cruelty. The Millers cost him a bride; he’ll take another as compensation. He calls it the worst bargain he’s ever made, but he refuses to let go of it.
Between boardrooms that smell of cold coffee and bloodless victory, and a bedroom where every touch feels like both punishment and possession, Charlotte learns that in Atlas Hallow’s world, love is never offered—only exacted—and every kiss is another line written into their ledger of retribution.
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