The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Not getting married anymore.

Marriage doesn’t mean much.

If we don’t get married, I’ll still find ways to make her mine. If we do, I’ll just keep worrying when she’ll regret it.

Forget it.

Let it be.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Paige sat in the driver’s seat, watching him, realizing that he wasn’t just saying it for effect. She felt a surge of emotion. Blinking away the sting in her eyes, she asked, “Have you made up your mind?”

“…”

“Enrico, this is the only time I’ll come to this place in my life, and if we leave, I won’t ever come back.”

Her voice carried an unwavering resolve as she stared at him.

Enrico’s gaze faltered, and he turned his head away, unwilling to face her expression.

“Enrico, tell me, have you really decided?” Paige’s words were sharp, pressing.

Enrico slammed his fist against the car window, his eyes red as he shouted, “Go! Let’s go back!”

No marriage!

No weddings in this lifetime!

“Alright.” Paige responded decisively. She reached over and hit the engine start button, gripping the steering wheel firmly.

In the next second, she floored the gas pedal, pressing it down hard.

The gate in front of them was halfway open, not wide enough for the car to pass. Paige didn’t care and drove straight into it, smashing through.

*Bang!*

The loud crash echoed through the night.

“…”

Enrico was jolted, stunned as he looked at the woman beside him. Her face showed no emotion, completely cold. Not only did she not slow down, but she hit the gas again.

The car sped forward like a bullet, heading directly towards the marriage registry building.

Even the headlights seemed filled with menace as the staff standing below the building’s entrance scattered in fear.

“…”

Jaden and Carrie didn’t move but were equally shocked.

Paige’s eyes were fierce, driving forward without hesitation. As they neared the building, she suddenly yanked the steering wheel, executing a sharp drift that brought the car to a halt in front of the entrance.

Thick white smoke billowed from under the vehicle, quickly engulfing the entire car.

Paige hadn’t even fastened her seatbelt. As the car stopped, her body lurched forward, but a long arm shot out, catching her between herself and the steering wheel to prevent her from getting hurt.

“Paige, are you trying to kill yourself?” Enrico yelled at her, his eyes blazing with fury.

What the hell was she doing?

Was she trying to relive those reckless driving stunts he’d once taught her?

Paige leaned back, turning cold eyes on him without saying a word. She reached over to a hidden compartment, pulled out a sleek black handgun, and stepped out of the car.

“Paige…” Carrie called out in alarm as the smoke cleared, but before anyone could react, Paige strode over to the passenger side and yanked open the door. She pressed the gun firmly against Enrico’s shoulder, her voice icy.

“Get out. We’re registering.”

“…”

Enrico sat there, staring at her in shock.

“…”

Jaden and Carrie were utterly dumbfounded, their mouths hanging open, too stunned to close.

What was happening?

“Get out of the car!” Paige urged him again, her eyes even colder.

“Paige, are you insane?” Enrico glared at her, his earlier sorrow evaporating.

“Enrico, I’m done talking. You said you couldn’t see our future. Well, I can’t see it either, but we don’t need to imagine it. We’ll know by living it.”

Paige’s tone was icy as she pressed the gun harder into his shoulder.

“Get out of the car.”

“…”

Enrico didn’t move, still staring at her.

Live it and see? But what if she wasn’t happy living it?

“…”

Meanwhile, the terrified staff who had run away were cautiously returning, only to see this shocking scene unfold. They quickly took cover behind Jaden, whispering, “Jaden, should we call the police?”

Jaden looked at them calmly. “Do you really think the police can handle this?”

Not even God could fix this.

“…”

The staff fell silent.

Paige stood there, her patience wearing thin. “Get out of the car and marry me. Hurry up! Don’t make everyone wait around all night.”

“…”

The staff hurriedly waved their hands.

No need, no need-they weren’t in a rush to go home anymore.

Enrico, growing more frustrated by Paige’s demands, glanced at the gun pressing into his shoulder. He glared at her, and she stared back, just as cold and determined.

The standoff lasted nearly two full minutes.

She clearly wasn’t backing down.

Suddenly, Enrico shoved the gun away, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out of the car. “Fine! Let’s register. You think I’m scared of you?”

Now that she was hellbent on marrying him, was he really going to keep fighting it?

If she was willing to join him in hell, he’d gladly oblige. After all, he wasn’t a saint, and he wasn’t going to stop her.

Grabbing her hand, he laced their fingers together and strode toward the building.

Only then did Paige holster the gun.

Even as they sat at the registration desk, Paige’s face remained cold from the earlier incident. Enrico’s expression wasn’t much better, but he still held her hand tightly.

“These are Mr. Gustin’s documents,” Jaden said, handing the paperwork to the staff.

“And here are Paige’s,” Carrie added, passing over the rest of the documents.

“Uh, okay, okay,” one of the staff stammered, pale as they took the papers and cast nervous glances at Enrico and Paige sitting opposite them.

This didn’t look like a love match at all.

A woman holding a gun at the marriage registry to force the man to sign-unheard of.

And the man she was forcing was Enrico, famous for his ruthlessness and dictatorship.

This had to be a dream, right?

But even in a dream, work had to be done. The staff exchanged looks, then one of them cautiously asked, “Mr. Gustin, Miss Paige, may we have your prenuptial agreement? We need to keep a copy on file.”

Someone of their status-surely they had a prenuptial agreement in place.

Paige looked up and replied calmly, “There isn’t one. No need for it.”

“…”

Miss, you’re bold. Are you trying to take over the Gustin Group? No wonder you had to use a gun.

The staff glanced at Enrico, seeking confirmation.

Enrico, still holding Paige’s hand tightly on his lap, glanced over with bloodshot eyes full of menace.

“What, don’t understand English? Want me to translate?”

“…”

It wasn’t that they didn’t understand-they just wanted to make sure he wasn’t being coerced. Shouldn’t Mr. Gustin blink if he was in danger?

The staff were dumbfounded, unsure what to say.

Jaden, standing beside them, smiled. “Just proceed as usual. Mr. Gustin and Miss Paige don’t need the prenuptial agreement.”

“Oh, right, of course.”

The staff didn’t dare question it anymore, quickly copying and filing the documents.

They pasted the couple’s photos onto the registration papers and handed them over.

“Please review your information and sign here.”