The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“…”

Paige looked from a distance, staring in disbelief as Emery’s face grew paler and more agonized.

What was Enrico doing? Was he really going to make a move on Emery?

He had guarded that will for so many years, never breaking it despite all his hatred.

He couldn’t…

Paige, battered and bruised, lay on the ground. The smoke, mixed with the smell of burning, drifted towards her, stinging her eyes.

She lowered her gaze, staring at her bloodstained hands, and took a deep breath. Slowly, she began crawling forward.

On the stone bridge, Enrico tightened his grip around Emery’s neck but didn’t snap it immediately, leaving him just enough space to speak.

He lowered his head, his lips lingering near Emery’s ear, blood smeared across his brow, his voice deep and malicious. “Come on, tell me-how many times did you stab her?”

Emery’s face was twisted in agony, veins bulging, pupils constricted. “Enrico, if you kill me, aren’t you afraid of your mother’s will… Ah-”

The sharp pain hit him.

With one arm strangling him, Enrico picked up a dagger from the ground and stabbed it into Emery’s side, pulling it out without hesitation, his eyes filled with cruelty.

“…”

Emery shuddered from the pain, his mouth hanging open, struggling even to breathe.

“One stab? More, right?” Enrico asked indifferently, tightening his grip on the dagger before plunging it in again.

“Ah-”

This time, Emery lost that twisted excitement. The overwhelming pain left him with only terror.

He grasped Enrico’s arm with one hand, his fingers digging into the open wound on Enrico’s arm, clawing at the flesh, trying to make Enrico feel the same pain.

But Enrico, crouching behind him, didn’t flinch. His expression remained unchanged, as though the wound wasn’t even his, as he coldly asked, “Two stabs? Or three?”

And he stabbed again.

Emery had no strength left to fight back, slumping into Enrico’s arms, the hand that had been clutching his arm losing its grip. His pupils dimmed as the light in them faded. “Enrico, I’m your brother…”

“You won’t tell me? Then I’ll just keep stabbing, one by one.”

Enrico whispered coldly into his ear, the corner of his lips curling into a heartless smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t stab any vital spots. I won’t let you die that easily.”

Emery sat beneath the cold stone bridge, his legs weakly scraping the ground as his voice trembled. “Has your illness… really been cured?”

After all these years of restraint, how could he suddenly not care about his mother’s will anymore?

“The answer doesn’t change your fate today.”

Enrico’s words were icy, and with each one, he stabbed the dagger deeper.

The body in his arms convulsed violently, trembling uncontrollably.

Emery, pale and bloodless, was on the brink of unconsciousness. He looked up at the man towering above him, memories flashing before his eyes as his voice grew weaker, “Brother Enrico, I only ever wanted to be your brother. I just wanted… you… to save me.”

Enrico lowered his gaze, seeing Emery’s desperate, helpless face, like a child frozen to death in the snow, full of pain…

Enrico’s eyes darkened, his thin lips moving slightly.

Emery heard nothing, his desperate voice fading, “What did you say?”

“You don’t need to know,” Enrico responded coldly, raising the dagger again.

Suddenly, a dark figure stained with blood crashed into them. Enrico looked up, seeing Paige, her body bloodied, standing before him.

She looked at him, her reddened eyes misting with tears, filled with sorrow.

He froze, loosening his grip.

In that split second, Emery struggled to stand, and without thinking, Paige threw herself at him. Though she was exhausted, she used her body as a weapon to tackle Emery, forcing him towards the edge of the stone bridge.

Emery couldn’t fight back.

The two of them tumbled over the edge, falling together.

“Paige!”

Enrico, eyes wide with disbelief, lunged forward desperately, his trembling hand catching her slender body just in time.

“Thud-”

Emery plunged into the river of blood below, flailing wildly, sending splashes of water everywhere. The more he struggled, the faster he sank.

Soon, the bloody water covered his head, and the splashing ceased.

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Paige dangled mid-air, her hand clutched by an icy, powerful grip. She had used up all her strength, and there wasn’t an ounce of energy left in her. She swayed in the air, too weak to even lift her head.

So tired.

Her body didn’t feel like her own, the pain was numbed, leaving only endless exhaustion.

She… felt a little sleepy.

She sensed the hand pulling her upward, but her bloodied grip acted like a lubricant, making their hands slip bit by bit, causing her to sink lower.

“Paige!” The man’s shout came from above, hoarse and desperate, filled with fear.

Paige…

It had been so long since she’d heard Enrico call out her name like that.

Paige sighed internally and forced her eyes open, though her vision was dark. She shook her head weakly, trying to stay conscious. Glancing down, she saw Emery slowly rising to the surface of the bloody river, his body completely still.

His eyes were still open, unblinking.

He died with his eyes wide open, just like the countless wronged souls of River Town.

Her body was being pulled up.

She felt as though one foot had stepped into the depths of hell, only to be yanked back to the mortal world.

Paige was hauled up, her back slumping against the stone bridge. Suddenly, two large hands cupped her face, and a panicked face appeared inches from hers.

Enrico knelt before her, staring intensely as he shouted, “Paige, do you have a death wish?”

She had dared to drag Emery to die with her!

How could she!

Paige struggled to lift her gaze, looking at the man before her. He could speak, he could clearly call her name, Paige.

Thank goodness.

Thank goodness.

Paige’s lips trembled into a smile, tears falling down her cheeks. Her lips moved, but she was too weak to make a sound.

Seeing this, Enrico immediately leaned in, pressing his ear to her lips, hearing her hoarse whisper, “As long as I’m here, breaking that will… don’t even think about it.”

He wanted to honor his mother’s will, so she would help him keep it.

Even if it meant using her last breath, she would help him.

“…”

Was it really for that?

Enrico’s chest clenched painfully. He looked down at her bloody smile, his breath hitching, his throat tight with bitterness. “You crazy woman. You’re even more reckless than I am.”

With that, he abruptly lowered his head, kissing her lips with a near-mad ferocity, claiming her completely.

Her mouth was full of blood, and it tasted awful.

But he didn’t care, as if he was addicted to that bitter taste, kissing her as if he was not just stealing her breath, but his own as well.