The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The man sat in the back seat, one arm casually draped over the chair next to him. The cuffs of his impeccably pressed shirt bore a watch worth a fortune, a clear testament to his superior status. His fingers were long and slender, and the tattoo of a stag’s head, with its antlers spreading wide, adorned the space between his thumb and forefinger-anything but tame.

Beneath his sharp, cold brows, the man gazed at the distant city wall. A neat row of figures sat there, casting shadows as they shouted, their excitement palpable, their camaraderie unmistakable. Amid the group, his eyes locked onto a pure white figure. She was far from him. So far that he couldn’t make out her expression.

Jaden, seated in the driver’s seat, observed Enrico’s expression through the rearview mirror. Mr. Gustin had come to pick up Paige and bring her back to Rose Estate. But for some reason, after seeing the Peak Club members climb the city wall, Mr. Gustin had ordered Jaden to park by the roadside, where they had remained ever since.

The wall was filled with joyous laughter, while the car’s interior was so quiet it was suffocating. Jaden didn’t dare make a sound until Enrico suddenly spoke, his voice low and unreadable. “Did you see that?”

“I did.”

Jaden glanced up at the group on the wall, then couldn’t help but comment, “Young people are often like that, but I didn’t expect Miss Paige, with her usually cold demeanor, to join in their fun.”

“She’s probably really happy right now.”

Happier than when she’s with him.

Jaden had never heard Enrico speak in such a tone before. That voice… it carried a sense of helplessness and lose. He glanced again at the rearview mirror. Enrico’s expression remained unreadable, but the usual sharpness in his eyes seemed softened, leaving only a trace of vulnerability.

“Mr. Gustin…” Jaden suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Enrico continued to gaze at the city wall, then slowly lifted his hand, as if trying to grasp that pure white figure from afar. Light filtered through his fingers.

Why couldn’t he hold onto her?

Why was she so far away from him?

“Get out. I need to make a call,” Enrico suddenly ordered.

“Yes, sir.” Jaden quickly stepped out of the car and stood by the roadside.

Enrico picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Hi.”

Her clear voice came through the receiver, carrying a faint smile, sweet like a peppermint candy. It seemed she was indeed very happy.

Enrico’s gaze darkened as he asked, “When are you coming back?”

Paige was sitting on the city wall, surrounded by Nick and the others, who were laughing and joking. She replied, “I’ll be back soon.”

As soon as she said this, Nick and the others began to protest, “Why go home? Let’s go eat together!”

“Yeah, Paige, the Peak Club hasn’t had a meal together yet. Don’t spoil the fun!”

“Come on, let’s eat together.”

Paige, overwhelmed by their noise, covered one ear and asked into the phone, “Have you eaten yet?”

If he had already eaten, she could stay and have dinner with the others, and he probably wouldn’t mind too much.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

Paige glanced at her phone, puzzled. The call hadn’t been disconnected.

What’s wrong with him?

She put the phone back to her ear. The surroundings were noisy, and the sunlight was glaring.

“Come back.” Enrico’s deep voice resonated in her ear.

Paige finally noticed something unusual in his tone and asked, “Are you okay?”

His back injury shouldn’t be a problem anymore.

“I’m not okay.”

Enrico sat in the sports car, his eyes fixed in her direction, his long lashes casting shadows. His tongue brushed over his lips as he said-

“I want to make love with you.” A rather shameless statement, yet he managed to make it sound full of missing and lingering.

Paige was taken aback, feeling as if the whole world had suddenly gone quiet, leaving only the blazing sun in the sky.

The people around her were still playing and hadn’t heard Enrico’s words.

Paige was momentarily lost, then felt a chill run down her spine. “Can you speak properly?”

“Are you coming back or not? If you don’t, I’ll find someone else.” Enrico’s tone grew impatient.

Still looking for someone else after being so badly injured?

Does he really need it that much?

Paige wanted to complain but instead tried to reason with him, “Don’t forget what Dr. Farrar said. You’re not supposed to…”

“Don’t worry about it. If you’re not coming back, forget it. I’ll find someone else right now.” Enrico cut her off and hung up the phone.

Paige looked at the disconnected call, feeling exasperated.

In the end, Paige didn’t join the group for dinner, leaving Nick to lead everyone else to a big meal.

She, on the other hand, took a car back to Rose Estate.

The courtyard was silent, with flower petals scattered on the ground. There was no car in sight.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Did he really go out for another woman?

Paige frowned. Enrico clearly knew his physical condition, yet he was still so reckless. And if something happened, he’d probably blame her, saying it was all because of the injury he got for her.

Paige looked at the empty courtyard, feeling inexplicably irritated. She walked to the villa’s entrance, changed into slippers, and stepped inside.

Suddenly, she was hugged from behind.

Paige’s body stiffened. She looked down and saw strong arms tightly wrapped around her waist, a familiar deer head tattoo with its antlers prominently displayed near the thumb.

Rough breaths brushed against her ear, as if struggling to suppress a surge of emotions.

The next second, his kisses rained down on her, his scorching lips trailing over her cheek and neck, almost setting her on fire.

He didn’t leave?

Paige froze for a moment and instinctively tried to dodge his kisses. “Enrico…”

Enrico pinned her against the nearby pillar, breathing heavily as he pressed closer. His tousled hair moved with his breath, and when he lifted his long lashes, his eyes burned with intense desire.

Paige’s heart skipped a beat. What’s gotten into him?

“Are you joining the Legislative Council?”

Enrico pressed her hands above her head, standing before her in a stance of absolute control.

His information network was impressive-she had just left the Presidential Palace, and he already knew.

Paige didn’t like this position; she didn’t want to lose control of her own body. She struggled, but Enrico didn’t loosen his grip.

She pursed her lips and said, “Yes, but the President didn’t agree right away. He only said he would give me a chance.”

She had done so much to finally get a ticket into the Legislative Council.

She was now so close to the final step of rebuilding the slums.

Enrico stared at her intently, his voice inexplicably agitated. “Do you really think Rafael admires you? He just wants to use you, to turn Peak Club into his puppets.”

Paige’s gaze remained calm. “I know.”

Of course, she knew that Rafael had ulterior motives in being so kind to a group of ordinary students.

“You don’t know anything!” Enrico growled through gritted teeth. “A-Country operates on an elitist system, with capital reigning supreme. While the capitalists may have their infighting, Rafael’s interests are tied to all the major conglomerates. If he finds out that your goal in joining the Court of Law is to rebuild the slums, do you think you’ll make it out alive?”

“I know that too.”

Paige looked into his reddened eyes.

She had spent enough time in law school to understand that the path to rebuilding the slums would be fraught with challenges. Standing in her way were the deeply ingrained beliefs of A-Country and the extreme selfishness of the elites who didn’t want to sacrifice their own interests.

“You know.” Enrico’s breathing grew heavier as he tightened his grip on her. “You know everything and still want to go through with it!”

“You’ve always known my goal.”

Paige spoke calmly. “You promised not to interfere with me. Why are you so anxious now?”

She had only been to the Presidential Palace, yet he was this agitated.

Enrico glared at her.

“You never thought I’d make it this far, did you? Now I’m just one step away from the Legislative Council.”

Paige gazed into his eyes, trying to discern his thoughts. “Are you so anxious because you’re thinking that when the day comes for me to bring the slums into the spotlight, you, as a big capitalist, will also have to make a choice? You can’t just let me keep causing trouble and harming your interests.”

No.

His instincts told him that the closer she got to her goal, the farther she would be from him.

This loss of control over her was infuriating.

He loathed it.

Enrico’s hand gently stroked her face before suddenly gripping her slender neck, his gaze turning dark and menacing. “You’re not afraid I’ll personally deal with you, huh?”

If she was afraid, she’d stop.

Stay obediently by his side, not straying too far.

His sudden violence made her breath hitch for a moment.

She didn’t struggle; instead, she looked him straight in the eyes and said calmly, “You have your stance, and I have my convictions. You can’t stop me, just as I can’t stop you.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

Enrico’s grip on her neck tightened, his breathing growing even more erratic.

“Enrico, we’re from two different worlds.”