The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico stood up from the ground, his words cutting like a knife. Rachel sat on the floor, her heart in turmoil from the harshness of his words. He had no concrete evidence to prove that she had deliberately instigated people against Paige, yet despite that, he almost killed her for Paige.

She had risked her life for him!

“Enrico, has she ever saved you?” she asked, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her face.

Enrico paused while buttoning his cuffs, then reached for the watch on the table. Her question made him hesitate momentarily before he continued to fasten the watch onto his wrist.

“How much has she done for you? Why is it that she’s the only one for you?” Rachel asked, staring at his back.

Only her.

Enrico had never thought about these words before. In his mind, he was simply interested in Paige; everything about her resonated with him. Her presence filled the void of loneliness he had felt for over a decade. Nothing more.

Is she truly the only one?

Just imagining anyone else made Enrico’s brow furrow in extreme disgust. “No.”

No one else would do.

It had to be her.

Rachel stared at him in shock, unable to understand what he meant by “no.”

Ignoring her, Enrico turned and left, pulling the door open. A rush of warm air greeted him, and there stood Paige, her clear eyes quietly watching him.

“Missed me?” Enrico asked, the harshness in his eyes dissipating instantly as his lips curved into an arrogant smile.

Paige didn’t answer, her gaze shifting to the conference room. She had overheard everything.

Enrico had wanted to kill Rachel.

How could there be love when he had murderous intent?

Seeing Rachel’s collapsed figure on the floor, Paige realized that her plan to have Rachel stay with Enrico had failed spectacularly. It hadn’t even lasted a month, let alone taken form.

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On the empty soccer field, two goals stood opposite each other in the distance, neither paired nor isolated. The summer dusk was painted with rich colors, and the falling rays of the sun dyed everything in shades of gold.

Paige and Enrico sat on the high bleachers, silently watching the field. After a long pause, Paige finally spoke, “Didn’t you say you’d wait and see before getting involved in my affairs?”

She had told him that Owen and the others had released the snake to intimidate her because she was new. Yet, he had continued to investigate, discovering that they did it to curry favor with Rachel.

Rachel had covered her tracks well enough to appear innocent, yet Enrico still came after her. It was clear that he had no real interest in Rachel.

“I’ve been bored lately,” Enrico scoffed, arrogantly placing his leg on the back of the chair in front of him.

“Thanks,” Paige said, handing him a bottle of water she had just bought, her tone indifferent. The failed plan didn’t upset her much-it didn’t really matter to her.

“Just water? That’s all I get?” Enrico took the bottle, dissatisfied. “So, when I find out who sent those assassins after you, are you going to offer me a cup of milk tea?”

Is that all he was worth?

Paige looked at him in surprise. “You’re still investigating the assassin?”

She thought he had already dropped the matter, given that everything pointed to Carl.

“Not anymore. There’s nothing in it for me,” Enrico said dismissively, glaring at the water bottle in his hand.

Paige shook her head slightly, saying nothing, as she looked up at the sky. The evening sky resembled a stunning painting, each stroke meticulously drawn, without a single flaw.

She turned her bracelet around on her wrist.

“What’s wrong?” Enrico asked, noticing the dark look in her eyes, a stark contrast to her usual calm demeanor.

Paige raised her wrist to show him the bracelet. “Do you remember this?”

“An electronic wristband?”

He knew she wasn’t referring to the bracelet he had someone set with gems.

“It’s an electronic shackle,” Paige said with a bitter smile, rotating the bracelet. “Ever since I got this, sometimes I feel like a normal person who has never suffered any humiliation. But… look, it doesn’t move.”

She often fiddled with the bracelet, but if someone watched closely, they’d see that it never actually moved. The jade bracelet wasn’t even perfectly round; it only appeared so. Beneath the jade was a specially designed shackle that clung tightly to her wrist, now fused with her skin, impossible to remove.

It was the mark of a person from the slums.

Enrico was disturbed by the bitterness in her smile. “Why bring this up all of a sudden?”

“Enrico, have you ever thought about finding someone else to stay by your side?” Paige turned to him, her smile faint and her voice as light as a casual remark.

Enrico’s face darkened instantly, his eyes filled with stormy intensity. “Are you trying to upset me?”

“I’m from the slums,” Paige said, shaking her bracelet.

“I know. That’s where I found you on Wind Island.”

“Starting today, I’m more than just someone from the slums,” Paige said with a smile. “According to the latest law, anyone from the slums who escapes Wind Island and has interacted with more than ten people can be sentenced to death.”

Enrico’s gaze darkened even further. He now understood why she had brought this up.

She laughed, bitter and sarcastic. “Enrico, I’m now a death row inmate.”

She had long since violated that law. Was she carrying a contagious disease? Had she harmed anyone? Had she committed murder to deserve such a sentence?

Suddenly, she was informed that she was a death row inmate. How absurd.

Enrico watched her, his hand pressing down on her lips, his touch firm, trying to erase that smile.

Paige didn’t feel any pain; she just continued to smile. Enrico’s voice suddenly broke the silence, low and resonant. “Do you know what ‘Heavenly Palace’ means?”

Paige sat there, looking at him. “Are you testing me again?”

Although she hadn’t studied for three years, she still knew a thing or two.

Enrico waited for her to continue. Paige spoke softly, “Those two words have many meanings-an ancient star, a mountain range, something vast and majestic.”

Enrico’s eyes bore into hers. “Heavenly Palace refers to a celestial palace, a palace in the heavens.”

“A celestial palace,” Paige murmured, smiling. “That’s wonderful. A celestial palace is said to have everything, anything one desires.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

But what did that have to do with her? He was the celestial palace, able to obtain anything he wanted. She, on the other hand, was a person who had to hide, change her name, and struggle for everything.

Enrico’s touch softened, his warm fingers gently brushing her lips. His voice was husky and magnetic-

“Paige, I’ll be your celestial palace. I’ll ensure that everything goes smoothly for you and that you live a life free of worries.”