The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“What’s wrong with being immersed in the cozy nest I’ve provided?” Enrico countered, his eyes locked on hers.

Paige didn’t answer, her expression remaining indifferent as she scooped another spoonful of ice cream and fed it to his lips.

Enrico stared deeply at her, opened his mouth, and took in the icy sweetness.

Then she asked, “Enrico, do you have something you absolutely must do, something that drives you to keep living?”

Her voice was soft, not meant to be confrontational.

At her words, Enrico smirked mockingly. “Wait until the disease flares up, then kill Jeremy.”

He’s living just to wait for the disease to take over.

Paige listened, her gaze steady, then she said, “I used to want revenge, but I know that’s only a step in my life. What I truly need to do is rebuild that place. If I can’t accomplish that, I won’t die in peace.”

She spoke each word with unwavering determination, her pure face shining with a light more brilliant than her earrings.

Damn, she looked amazing.

Enrico was both drawn in by the light in her eyes and infuriated by her goal.

He sneered, then said, “Come here.”

Paige glanced at him, set down her ice cream, and walked around the table to his side. Enrico grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap, leaning close to her, his eyes blazing-

“Other than that, all I want now is to keep you by my side forever.”

“But I don’t know, if I can’t achieve this, will I die in peace?”

Enrico gazed deeply at her, his long fingers pinching her chin, his lips almost touching hers as he uttered the most terrifying words in the most seductive voice, “Paige, guess which of us will get what we want?”

Paige sat there, her heart pounded heavily, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Enrico lowered his head and gently kissed away the bit of ice cream on her lips.

Paige sat on his lap, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

—

Later that night, in the study.

“It’s unbelievable; he’s really trying every trick, isn’t he? Enrico’s basically saying he won’t let you go no matter what?”

On the other end of an audio call, Kevin’s voice came through the open laptop in front of her.

Paige was flipping through a book, finding it hard to focus. She responded coldly, “I’m telling you this not for you to ask questions.”

Among the people she knew, only Kevin was aware of her relationship with Enrico, so she could only talk to him about it.

Kevin sighed, “Paige, I’m no expert on relationships; it’s hard for me to help you with these tricky issues. If it were something else…”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“If it were something else, I would have handled it myself,” Paige interrupted him without mercy.

Of course, Paige had established herself in The Capital in record time; she wouldn’t need his help for ordinary matters.

Kevin thought for a moment, then asked, “What do you think? Does Enrico have possessiveness over you, or has he fallen for you?”

“If I knew, would I be talking to you?”

Lately, Enrico had been making it hard for Paige to breathe. Although he seemed to leave her alone, his all-encompassing gaze and affection were starting to strain her nerves.

Is that what it means to love someone?

She’d never experienced it, so she didn’t know.

Kevin laughed from the other side of the computer, “So, what do you feel about him? I remember you used to talk about Enrico’s overwhelming power, weighing the pros and cons, but ever since he saved you, you don’t mention that anymore.”

Is that so?

Paige sat at her desk, her eyes darkening as she honestly replied, “Actually, ever since he took that arrow for me, I find it hard to dislike anything he does.”

His possessiveness, his demands, his repeated, unabashed desire for her… it no longer repulsed her as it used to.

This wasn’t a good sign.

“If you’re feeling something, why not give it a try?” Kevin said nonchalantly, “What’s the big deal with a tycoon?”

In his eyes, Paige deserved the best in the world.

“Do you think now is the time for me to start a relationship?” Paige hadn’t considered it.

“If you two end up together, Enrico might even help you rebuild the slums. Wouldn’t that be great?” Kevin suggested.

Hearing this, Paige laughed and closed her book, leaning back in her chair. “Kevin, you’re the ruler of the borderlands. Are you really advising me to be naive?”

“…”

Kevin fell silent on the other end.

Of course, he wasn’t that naive; he had just said it casually.

The slums had existed for over a century, with countless lives lost and those who survived living in filth and squalor, generation after generation, trapped on that isolated island with no resources, no opportunities, and only death awaiting them.

But those weren’t the worst of it; the most critical issue was the colossal secret hidden within the slums.

This secret was the real reason the presidential palace and the tycoons would never rebuild Wind Island.

So, for someone like Enrico, power and profit would always be paramount. In the future, the most Paige could hope for was for him to coldly stand by and watch her struggle; he would never sacrifice his current interests to help her.

After a long silence, Kevin finally spoke, “Paige, you should cut it off.”

Since you two are destined not to end up together, it’s better to end it sooner rather than later. Don’t drag it out any longer.

Paige remained silent, staring quietly at the desk in front of her. On the desk, there was a glass jar filled with candies, always kept full.

“Have you thought about ending it?” Kevin asked. She had always planned to leave after establishing herself, but now that she had, she still hadn’t left.

Paige silently looked at the candy jar, not saying a word.

“Bang.”

Suddenly, a noise came from the audio on the computer, as if Kevin had suddenly sat up in shock.

“You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? It’s Rachel, right?” he said, astonished.

Paige pressed her lips together.

“You haven’t deal with Rachel, nor have you told Enrico about her, just for this moment, right?” Kevin suddenly understood Paige’s strategy, amazed by her foresight.

He recalled that she had mentioned suspecting Rachel of being behind the assassin at the neighboring city’s tech museum, but she had taken no action and hadn’t investigated further.

Paige wasn’t someone who would let things slide. The only reason she hadn’t acted was because she intended to use Rachel in the most opportune moment.

Is that right?

Paige picked up the candy jar and turned it in her hands. “She’s willing to give up her life. I can see how much she cares for Enrico.”

“You want her to seduce Enrico?” Kevin fully grasped her plan.

“I used to think about escaping, but not anymore. I don’t want to have a bloody conflict with Enrico.”

“So, you plan to use Rachel,” Kevin concluded.

“Rachel is a very cunning person, skilled in careful planning and manipulation. Given the opportunity, I believe she can win over any man.”

Paige spoke without any emotion, her tone purely logical. “Jaden said that Enrico has always wanted someone who wouldn’t leave him. Rachel is willing to die for him, making her the perfect candidate. If they end up together, I can peacefully withdraw.”

I won’t have to be the caged bird anymore, constantly caught in the push and pull of Enrico’s affection.

When that time comes, I won’t feel so conflicted when standing on the opposite side of Enrico.

“I see. Rachel thinks she’s clever, but she probably doesn’t realize she’s already become a pawn in your game,” Kevin said with a sigh.

“In this game, no one is truly a pawn. It’s just a matter of getting what they want,” Paige replied. “Alright, that’s enough. I’m hanging up.”

Paige straightened up, placing the candy jar aside as she prepared to end the call.

But Kevin’s tone suddenly became serious, “Paige.”

“What?”

“You don’t want a bloody conflict with Enrico just because he’s powerful, do you?”

Paige didn’t respond.

“It’s not just that, is it?” Kevin pressed.

You can’t blame him for overthinking it. Paige never discussed personal feelings, yet now she had brought it up twice. If her heart wasn’t troubled, why would she do that?

Hearing this, Paige’s expression darkened. Her finger hovered over the button to end the call.

After a long pause, she spoke slowly, “Kevin, my heart aches for him..”

A man with a genetic predisposition for madness, who has lost all his loved ones, is so lonely and desperate that he goes to Wind Island to find the mentally ill to keep him company.

Such a man has saved her multiple times, acting like a child, demanding nothing more than a lifetime of companionship.

She really couldn’t remain indifferent.

So, she had been indulging him lately.

Kevin, on the other side of the computer, was stunned, as if he had been swept away by a tidal wave, unable to regain his composure.

She admitted it.

“But my sympathy for him won’t change my goal, nor will it make me give up on the slums.”