The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

In the pitch-black room, Paige had lost track of time and everything else, feeling like she was adrift on a dark sea, rising and falling in waves.

She heard herself pleading for mercy.

Enrico chuckled softly, kissing her ear and soothing her with a low voice.

“Get lost.”

Paige, exhausted, cursed him weakly, hitting and kicking him with the last bit of strength she had left, but it was no use-she couldn’t escape.

In the end, Paige couldn’t even remember how she fell asleep, drifting into a dream that felt like floating in the clouds, her feet never quite touching the ground…

Her dreams were chaotic and repetitive.

Enrico held her tighter, kissed her face, and pulled the blanket over her.

She looked so beautiful.

Enrico gazed at her in the darkness for a long time before he finally got up, taking the two marriage certificates from the bedside drawer as he left.

The night at the foot of the mountain grew even colder.

As soon as the door opened, the bone-chilling wind rushed in. In the mansion, surrounded by exotic plants, the moonlight glinted on the winding paths, and two tall gravestones stood silently in the center, like guardians watching over the estate.

Enrico walked toward the gravestones, lazily leaning against one of them. He wore only a white shirt, unbothered by the cold, his long fingers flipping the marriage certificates back and forth.

“See this? My marriage certificate.”

He raised his hand, showing the gravestones behind him the documents in his hand.

The only response was the wind gradually settling down.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I got them today-no, yesterday.”

Enrico opened one of the certificates, revealing the photos inside, looking extremely pleased. “What do you think? Isn’t my woman beautiful? Stunning.”

The scent of flowers encircled the gravestones, lingering around him.

“You two… one of you never even had a boyfriend, and the other… well, what kind of guy did you choose?” Enrico chuckled, waving the marriage certificates again. “I’ve got better taste than either of you.”

He had found the perfect woman.

One who even threatened him with a gun to get married.

Enrico leaned against the gravestone, bathed in the cool moonlight, smiling. But gradually, the smile faded, and his eyes darkened.

“I didn’t make a great choice, I just got lucky,” he said with a touch of self-mockery.

He was lucky. Lucky to have met Paige.

Lucky she came back to him even after his illness.

Lucky to be holding these two marriage certificates.

He sat there, licking his lips slightly, his voice low and husky. “Maybe it was the two of you working your magic, finding me such a perfect wife, huh?”

Of course, the two cold gravestones remained silent, and the air around him was still.

Enrico lowered his hand, flipping through the marriage certificates again, as if he could never get tired of looking at them. His voice deepened. “I don’t want to relapse anymore. I’m not even in a hurry to kill Jeremy.”

“I’m ready to live a good life, and I need to live longer now.”

“After all, I’m not alone anymore.”

“Take a good look one last time; I’m going to lock these away soon.”

He sat there, once again raising the marriage certificates, holding them in place for a long, long time.

The faces on the certificates, side by side, even had identical smiling curves.

On the balcony high above, Paige, awakened by her restless dreams, stood quietly, leaning against the railing, looking down at Enrico below. He was standing alone, waving the marriage certificates at the two gravestones, speaking softly to them.

He looked just like a child showing off a perfect score to his parents.

Paige smiled faintly and glanced up at the pitch-black sky.

It’s a full moon tonight.

…

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows, but thick blackout curtains kept the bedroom in darkness. It was utterly quiet in the large room.

Paige woke up in bed, still held in Enrico’s arms.

She glanced around at the surroundings, then at Enrico, whose face was inches from hers. His short hair was a bit messy, his dark brows and long lashes casting shadows, and his sharp features looked as handsome as ever.

She paused for a moment.

They were legally married now.

Looking at Enrico’s sleeping face, Paige couldn’t help but smile. She reached out to gently stroke his cheek, leaning in to kiss him.

But as soon as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her waist, bringing back all the memories from last night.

Her waist.

It hurt so much…

What “legal” meant, indeed!

Suddenly, all the fondness drained from her. Paige’s mood instantly soured, and she pushed Enrico away, propping herself up in bed.

The hours of tension had taken their toll-her pain was at its peak, far worse than anything she had felt last night.

The soreness felt like a sharp dividing line cutting through her body.

Are you kidding me…

It was excruciating.

What a terrible man!

Enrico was pushed aside, and, missing the warmth of her body, he furrowed his brows and groggily opened his eyes, only to see Paige sitting there. He reached out to pull her back, his voice low and sexy. “Why are you up so early? Come back to bed.”

He seemed to have slept soundly.

“You sleep.”

Paige swatted his hand away and grabbed a pillow, throwing it at his face to block him from view.

Enrico, dazed by the pillow, lay there removing it from his face, only to see Paige gingerly getting out of bed, moving stiffly and slowly. It was almost funny to watch.

Remembering what had happened, he smirked mischievously, propping his head up with one arm. “Paige, you really need more exercise.”

Why was she walking like that?

“…”

He had the nerve to mock her?

Paige was fuming. She shot him a fierce glare. “Shut up.”

She didn’t even want to hear his voice right now. It would be best if he disappeared.

She struggled to stand, painfully moving her legs as her waist ached like it was going to snap.

Seeing this, Enrico frowned, starting to worry. “Does it really hurt that much?”

“…”

Paige took a sharp breath, trying to loosen up her body. A newlywed bride who had been through so much torment-was there anyone else as unlucky as her?

And she was supposed to be a martial artist.

But…

Legal obligations? She would have preferred they hadn’t gotten married if it meant avoiding those endless “last times.”

Thinking this, Paige shot Enrico another angry glare.

She was furious.

Absolutely furious.

Enrico sat up in bed, his body toned and muscular, looking relaxed. He watched her with a lazy smile. “Are you cursing me?”

“Congratulations, you’ve learned how to read minds,” Paige said, her face expressionless.

Enrico wasn’t angry. Instead, he laughed, waving her over with indulgence. “Come here, I’ll massage you.”

“Stay three meters away from me until my waist feels better, thank you,” Paige retorted, rejecting him immediately. She had no desire to be near him right now.