The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige released Enrico’s hand and glanced at the contents of the paper. Without hesitation, she signed her name on several sheets. After she finished, she turned and noticed Enrico still hadn’t signed.

He sat there, staring at her name on the paper with a complicated expression.

Paige immediately put down the pen and reached into her pocket for the gun.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Enough! Do you really think that gun can force me?” Enrico said irritably. If he didn’t want to marry her, even a cannon wouldn’t help. He shot her an angry look, straightened his posture, grabbed the pen, and quickly signed his name on the papers.

The staff exchanged glances. *Mr. Gustin, are you sure you don’t want to signal for help?*

Once the papers were signed, the staff swiftly gathered them up and stamped them. One of them stood up and said, “Mr. Gustin, Miss Paige, please follow me to take the registration photo.”

“Alright.” Paige nodded to the staff, standing up to leave when Enrico grabbed her hand from behind. She turned to him as he looked her up and down, frowning.

“You’re really going to wear this for the photo?”

Paige glanced down at her outfit. She had attended a meeting at the Presidential Palace today, so she was wearing a formal women’s suit. “What’s wrong with it?” she asked, puzzled.

“Of course it’s not right.”

She was here to take a registration photo, not attend a meeting. Enrico looked at her with dissatisfaction, scanning her outfit again. Paige glanced at him, then turned to Carrie and said, “Could you find us two white shirts?”

Enrico liked seeing her in white, and a shirt was formal enough for the occasion, suitable for the registration photo. Sure enough, when he heard this, Enrico’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Got it,” Carrie responded quickly, hurrying off.

Paige watched Carrie leave, then turned to the staff. “Sorry for making you wait a little longer. We’ll treat you all to a late-night snack afterward.”

“No need, no need…” The staff frantically waved their hands, looking at Paige as if she were an assassin.

Paige remained silent.

…

In the women’s restroom, Paige changed into the shirt and stood before the mirror, adjusting her outfit.

Carrie entered and was immediately amazed by what she saw.

Paige had a youthful, pure appearance that made her look like a university student, but her demeanor was sharp and professional. These two traits, like the white shirt she was now wearing, blended together seamlessly.

The crisp white shirt emphasized her slender frame, accentuating her graceful figure. Her face, with its soft makeup, looked flawless. Her beauty was striking, captivating anyone who saw her.

Carrie stared for a long time before finally snapping back to reality and helping Paige adjust her shirt, ensuring that it was perfect from every angle.

Paige stood there, looking at herself in the mirror. At that moment, she began to feel the weight of getting married, like a bride just before walking down the aisle, filled with a bit of nervousness, unsure if she was doing everything right.

“Do I look alright?” Paige turned to ask Carrie.

“Paige, you’ve never asked me that before,” Carrie replied, smiling as she adjusted Paige’s shirt. “It’s true, women dress up for the ones they love.”

“I never thought I’d get married before,” Paige said, reminiscing as memories flooded her mind. In the past, she hadn’t even thought about marriage. She didn’t know where her future lay. From the moment she stepped into the slums, only revenge had kept her going. Later, it was her determination to rebuild the slums.

And then, Enrico had stormed into her world, shattering all her preconceptions.

Listening to Paige, Carrie felt sad as she recalled the hardships Paige had endured. She couldn’t help but ask, “Was there a moment just now when your fiance didn’t want to marry you?”

Why else would Paige have had to point a gun at him to get him out of the car? That hardly seemed like something a man would do.

Carrie was now seriously doubting the truth of the news stories written about Enrico.

“Him?” Paige smiled helplessly. “He just has intermittent bouts of stubbornness. Don’t worry.”

“…”

Carrie didn’t quite understand.

Paige turned her body slightly, inspecting herself in the mirror again, then looked at Carrie. “This will do.”

“Yes, it’s perfect.” Carrie nodded earnestly, her eyes reddening and filling with tears as she looked at Paige.

“What’s wrong?” Paige asked.

“Nothing. I was just thinking how nice it is that you’re finally going to have your own family. Even if you had to use a gun to make it happen, it just shows how strong you are. You’re definitely going to be fine after marriage,” Carrie said, her voice choking up. She suddenly hugged Paige tightly, tears streaming down her face. “Paige, you have to be happy. Promise me.”

After all, Paige had been through so much. She deserved the best.

Paige was caught off guard, her hands hovering awkwardly in the air for a moment. She wasn’t sure how typical girls reacted to their family members on their wedding day-whether they smiled or cried-but it must be something like this: a mix of laughter and tears, a heartfelt blessing.

She hugged Carrie back. “Thank you, Carrie. Tonight, you’re my witness.”

Thank you for making me feel like I have family.

“I’ll be your witness, and I’ll make sure you stay happy,” Carrie said, her tears flowing freely. She quickly let go of Paige and looked down to hide her tears. “We should stop hugging. I don’t want to get tears on your shirt.”

Paige handed her a tissue.

Carrie took it quickly, wiping her eyes. “Let’s go. Your husband is probably waiting impatiently.”

“Yes,” Paige nodded and opened the door.

The door to the photo studio opened with a soft sound, and light spilled out from inside.

Paige looked up and saw several bright lights illuminating the oath-taking platform. On the bench by the wall, Enrico sat in a white shirt, his head lowered in thought.

Hearing the door, he turned and met Paige’s gaze.

His eyes darkened, a hint of awe passing through them. Slowly, he stood up from the bench. The white shirt accentuated his tall, lean figure, while his tailored black pants outlined his long legs. His features were sharp and flawless, the lighting only enhancing his striking looks.

Enrico stared at her intently, missing no detail.

*Damn,* he thought. *She really pulls off that white look perfectly-pure to the extreme.*

Jaden stood by the photographers, glancing at the couple with a smile. “Boss, ma’am, it’s time for your photo. Let’s start with the bench shot, and then move on to the platform.”

“Alright,” Paige smiled, walking toward Enrico.