The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“You say I’m being careless? I even pointed a gun at you to force you to sign. How is that careless?”

Paige felt frustrated.

What else could she do to prove her determination?

“…”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Enrico was left speechless, unable to respond for a long time.

So, Paige shoved the cup of cola into his hand and said, “For me, as long as we’re certain that we’ll stay together forever, the rest is just formality.”

As long as we’re certain we’ll stay together forever…

Enrico looked at her, and the anger he had felt melted away. Paige raised her cup of cola, threading her arm through his, her black and white eyes bright under the night sky, and her smile pure, “Happy wedding, Enrico.”

Happy wedding.

Enrico froze when he heard those words. His deep eyes were fixed on her, unmoving.

It wasn’t until Paige lowered her head to sip her cola that he snapped out of it. Gazing into her eyes, he softly repeated, “Happy wedding, Paige.”

He lowered his head, trying to mimic her and took a sip of the cola, only to be choked by the bubbles, coughing uncontrollably.

Paige laughed even harder, placing her cola aside and taking a bite of her still-warm burger. As soon as she bit into it, her taste buds came alive, and her cold, empty stomach found comfort.

Enrico, however, showed little interest in fast-food burgers. He wasn’t hungry; he just sat there watching her eat.

While eating, Paige glanced at the marriage certificates in his hand and reached out to take a look.

But the moment her hand extended, Enrico, like a beast defending its territory, quickly pulled the certificates away, his eyes flashing with a hint of caution.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at her.

“…” Paige was speechless. “I haven’t even seen the marriage certificate after it got stamped. I just want to take a look.”

“Oh.”

Enrico, of course, wouldn’t deny her the right to look at the marriage certificate as the bride. He opened the certificate and, holding it far from himself, presented it toward her like, “Here, you can look now.”

Paige paused mid-bite. “Enrico, are you afraid I’ll steal the marriage certificate from you?”

Why was he being so cautious?

“I’ve already checked. You need the marriage certificate to file for divorce, so these two will stay with me from now on,” Enrico said confidently.

“…”

On such a joyous day, that’s what he had been thinking about?

Paige didn’t know what to say. She glanced at the marriage certificate. In the photo, both of them wore white shirts, sitting close together, looking sweet and in love.

Fine.

She’d let it go, for the sake of the certificate.

The beautiful words written inside:

*”May you be in harmony like blossoming peach flowers. A vow for a lifetime, sealed in writing.”*

Just as Paige was still looking at it, Enrico quickly closed the certificate. “Finished looking?”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you someone who believes in power above all? Why are you suddenly so attached to two pieces of paper?”

He’d even gone as far as researching what was needed for a divorce. Did he really think she’d divorce him if she had the necessary documents?

“I’m just keeping our documents safe and following the law,” Enrico said with a straight face.

*Cough-*

Paige nearly choked, coughing uncontrollably. She took a gulp of cola to steady herself and looked at him in disbelief. “Following the law? You?”

Enrico nodded solemnly, “I abide by all marriage laws that are in my favor.”

“…”

Paige had no words for that, so she just silently continued eating her burger.

Enrico sat beside her, flipping through the marriage certificates again and again. The more he looked at them, the more satisfied he felt. Marriage laws were truly a blessing.

After a while, Paige couldn’t take it anymore and casually asked, “What other parts of the marriage law are in your favor?”

Enrico thought for a moment. “It’s legal and justified for both parties to have sex based on mutual consent.”

“…”

“If one party consistently refuses, the other party can file a lawsuit.”

“…”

Paige paused and decided that it was better not to continue this conversation, returning her focus to her burger.

She sat there, quietly eating her burger, gazing at the vast, empty soccer field before them. Two distant goals stood silently opposite one another.

*Bang!*

A loud explosion echoed above.

Paige looked up to see fireworks blooming brightly over the soccer field, lighting up the night sky and illuminating her face.

Countless vibrant fireworks shot into the sky from all around the soccer field, bursting into colors like a spring garden in full bloom.

“…”

Paige sat there, momentarily stunned. Her mind flashed with fragmented memories.

Birthday.

Fireworks.

Soccer field.

Alcohol.

A kiss.

She remembered.

She turned to Enrico, who sat beside her, one arm draped over the back of her seat, like he was holding her close. The fireworks lit up his sharp features as he tilted his head back to watch.

“That time… you were the one who set off the fireworks for me?” Paige asked, astonished.

The same location, the same fireworks-who else could it be but him?

“You remember everything now?”

Enrico glanced down at her, his face bathed in the light of the fireworks, a devilish smile playing on his lips. “Do you remember what we talked about that night?”

Paige tried hard to recall.

Enrico lifted her chin, slowly lowering his head. His eyes were as deep as the night sky, drawing her in, mesmerizing her. “Paige, look closely. Who am I?”

Paige leaned back against the cold seat, lost in his gaze, the fireworks blooming wildly in her peripheral vision. A flood of memories intertwined in her mind.

Her lips moved. “Enrico.”

“Yes, Enrico,” he said approvingly, a smirk curving his lips. “Your man, Enrico. Remember that.”

With that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips-softly, slowly, with a tenderness that was almost unbearable. He kissed her deeply, savoring the moment, until her breath hitched, and then he slipped his tongue in.

Suddenly, the taste of the burger wasn’t so bad.

Fireworks exploded endlessly above them, raining down sparks.

Stars seemed to fall, filling the sky.

Flowers bloomed magnificently, a riot of colors.

Enrico held her close, deepening the kiss, making Paige’s memories return fully. She gazed at his long, fluttering eyelashes, lost in the moment. The brilliant fireworks were reflected in her eyes, brightening her world.

What followed after was inevitable.

Back at the villa, the moment they entered the bedroom, Enrico couldn’t wait any longer, pulling her down onto the soft bed. His breath spread across her skin, touching every inch of her.

She fell, over and over again.

Deeper, and deeper.

In between intimate whispers, Paige tried to reach for the marriage certificate. But just as her hand was about to touch it, Enrico snatched it away.

“I’ll lock it in the safe later. You’re not allowed to touch it,” he said, placing the certificate in a drawer before turning back to her, pinning her down once again, kissing her endlessly.

Now that it was legal and justified, Enrico indulged even more shamelessly.