The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Was it really necessary to reject me like that? I didn’t do anything to you last night.”

Enrico thought for a moment. Yes, he was a bit excited last night, full of energy, adrenaline rushing, but he had considered her feelings. This only meant… her waist really couldn’t handle it.

Paige stood there, laughing out of frustration. How could he have the nerve to say such things?

“Six feet away, please.”

Paige turned and headed to the bathroom, supporting her waist.

“…”

Enrico sat there, feeling a bit innocent. He carefully recalled his actions from the night before, then fell back onto the pillow. His lips curled up unconsciously.

Satisfied. Very satisfied.

Registering the marriage felt great.

…

All morning, Paige avoided Enrico. When Enrico went to the bathroom, she took her toothbrush to the balcony to brush her teeth. When Enrico went downstairs, she quickly rushed ahead, though her movements made her waist ache even more.

At the long dining table, Enrico sat at one end, and she sat as far as possible at the other end. The servant serving the dishes looked confused as they glanced between the two of them.

Paige sat there without even looking at Enrico, focused on eating her breakfast while checking work tasks on her phone.

Enrico, sitting across from her, was annoyed by her attitude that morning, so much so that he couldn’t eat his breakfast.

*Bang.*

He slammed the glass of milk down, casting a cold glance at the servant nearby. “What do most people do the day after their wedding?”

The servant, suddenly addressed, almost dropped the plate of eggs in their hands. Stunned, they hesitated before replying, “Usually, the bride gets to know the groom’s home, young master.”

What else could it be?

“Did you hear that?” Enrico turned to Paige. “Today, you have something to do.”

How dare she sit so far away from him?

Paige set down her phone and looked up at him. “I’m already very familiar with this estate.”

She had stayed here for a while; there was nothing unfamiliar about it.

Enrico gazed at her, his eyes deep, his voice low. “I’ve thought it over. We chose this place because its feng shui is good for a burial ground, but it’s not suitable as our marital home.”

“So, are we moving back to Rose Estate?” Paige asked.

She had no objection to living there, but she did want to sleep in separate beds for a while.

“That place is too small. Marrying me deserves more grandeur,” Enrico rejected the idea.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Paige gave him a strange look and then said, “Then let’s stay at my place. The whole complex is quite large.”

Now that Temple in Heaven no longer needed to be kept hidden, he could openly move in.

Hearing this, Enrico’s face darkened. “So am I marrying you, or are you marrying me?”

As the president of the Gustin Group, was he supposed to live in the bride’s home after getting married?

“Then where do we live?”

Paige was confused. Where exactly did he want to settle their marital home?

Just as she finished speaking, footsteps echoed from outside. Paige turned and saw Jaden, dressed in a sharp suit, entering. He bowed respectfully to them before addressing Enrico, “Boss, everything is ready.”

After speaking, Jaden stepped aside.

Enrico looked at Paige. “Finish your breakfast. I’ll take you to inspect the new house afterward.”

Paige was puzzled. “Just give me the address, and I’ll check it out myself.”

They both had plenty of houses, so it really didn’t matter where they lived.

The servant’s comment about getting to know the groom’s home typically referred to meeting the groom’s family, but in their case, that could be skipped altogether.

“Just checking it won’t be enough,” Enrico said arrogantly.

“Well, I’ll still go by myself,” Paige insisted, refusing his company.

“…”

Enrico stared at her, seeing the firm resolve in her eyes, feeling increasingly frustrated. Paige was still angry. Was it just because he’d been a little too intense last night?

Knowing he was partly at fault, he didn’t press the issue, merely biting his cheek and muttering, “Fine, if inspecting the house gives you a headache, feel free to cry on my shoulder.”

“…”

Paige remained silent.

Was inspecting a house really something to cause a headache?

Jaden stood there, glancing at the two of them sitting so far apart, as though separated by a galaxy, wondering if their marriage was already on the rocks.

…

After breakfast, Paige got into the car Jaden had prepared for her and set off to inspect the new house. Along the way, she mentally went through some of Enrico’s properties, trying to guess which house it could be. She considered many options.

But when the car headed toward the Gustin family villa, a place famously known as “half the city,” Paige was stunned at the sight of the jade bridge ahead.

The guards on both sides bowed respectfully toward their car.

As the vehicle slowly entered the Gustin family estate, Paige looked out the window at the vast, seemingly endless land belonging to the family and was taken aback. “Is this the new house Enrico picked?”

Jaden, driving, responded, “Yes.”

“I thought he didn’t like this place,” Paige said. She had considered many places but hadn’t guessed this one.

“Boss doesn’t like it, but this estate was built by his mother, so I think it holds special meaning for him,” Jaden explained.

Enrico’s mother had overseen its construction…

Paige looked out at the scenery. The Gustin family villa was unmatched in size, not just in the country but even outshining the presidential palace.

She had been here twice before-once for a hot springs trip with Enrico and once to attend Jeremy’s banquet. She hadn’t expected that her third visit would be to inspect it as their marital home.

Now she understood why Enrico had said the inspection would be a headache. She still hadn’t seen the full extent of the estate. Inspecting every part of it would probably take more than a day.

The car stopped in front of the massive main building.

Roman columns rose high, framing an area as vast as a parking lot, leading to a distant garden. In the center, a large fountain gleamed in the sunlight, with clear water flowing over intricate sculptures, forming a circular pattern-quite a unique sight.

Paige, still seated in the car, looked up and noticed a dense crowd of people standing in neat rows on the open ground in front of the main building. Upon closer inspection, she saw they were all dressed in different uniforms, each indicating their respective duties.

“Miss, we’ve arrived,” Jaden said.

“Mhm.” Paige nodded.

Though she was still annoyed with Enrico for his lack of restraint the previous night, she didn’t object to inspecting the marital home. Since he had chosen this place, so be it.

Just as she pushed open the car door, a servant in a gray uniform quickly approached, respectfully opening the door for her and standing aside.

Paige stepped out of the car, facing the neatly arranged crowd. It almost gave her the feeling of addressing people at Temple in Heaven.

Everyone was facing her.

At the front stood a man in a butler’s uniform, appearing to be in his fifties. His hair was dyed black, and though his features were proper, there was a certain weathered quality about him. At the moment, he held a thick stack of documents in his hands and bowed respectfully to her, saying, “Madam.”