The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

His voice carried a seductive power, like electric currents passing through her ears, straight to her heart.

Paige sat there, momentarily entranced by his voice and captivated by his gaze, her mind blank.

He said he would ensure that everything goes smoothly for her and that she lives a life free of worries.

How beautiful those words were. It was the first time in her life that she had received such a weighty promise.

Paige admitted that she was swayed, the hot wind blurring her vision as she stared at Enrico.

Behind him, the evening light burst forth in a blaze of color.

“What’s the matter? Too touched to speak?” Enrico asked, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at her.

Paige looked at him. If she followed his lead, she should express her gratitude, or at the very least, say “thank you.” But suddenly, she felt that things couldn’t continue this way.

“Thank you, Enrico,” Paige said, her gaze calm. “But I don’t need it.”

Enrico’s face darkened again, his expression more severe than before.

“I know you’ll probably think I’m ungrateful, but honestly, your protection is like this bracelet. It’s beautiful, but it only glosses over reality, pretending to be noble, erasing my past, and filling my life with colors that don’t belong to me.”

Paige looked into his deep eyes and said, “What I want isn’t like this. I don’t want a fake identity, a bracelet that never turns. I want to live openly and honestly, even if it means tearing off my skin and flesh, I’m willing.”

This was the first time she had opened her heart to him.

The determination in her eyes was as unshakeable as mountains and seas.

Enrico suddenly grabbed her wrist, his breath heavy as he stared at the bracelet on her wrist. “If you really want to take it off, I can find a way.”

Paige smiled, her smile tinged with bitterness. “Enrico, you know I was speaking metaphorically.”

Only when people from the slums were truly recognized as ordinary citizens by Country A could she truly be free from the electronic shackle.

“You’re different from the others in the slums. You’re not like those… worthless…”

“They’re not worthless!” Paige interrupted him, her voice cold.

Enrico looked at her in silence, his breathing heavy, his face growing darker.

Paige broke free from his grip and looked at him, saying, “Enrico, every word I said is true. If you’re just looking for someone who will obediently stay by your side for life, there’s still time to change your mind.”

With that, Paige stood up and started walking down the steps. If the last time she left the presidential residence was just to test the waters, this time she was making her stance clear. She couldn’t live up to his expectations. She was never the person he needed. This heavenly palace should be left for someone else.

The evening wind was still warm as Paige descended the steps from the center of the stands. The colors in the sky were fading, and the light was gradually dimming. But the wind was picking up, strands of hair sticking to her cheeks. She reached up to remove her hair tie, preparing to retie her hair.

Suddenly, urgent footsteps approached from behind, and in the next second, Enrico grabbed her tightly around the waist from behind. Her long hair flowed freely in the wind. She was pulled back forcefully against his firm chest, and the hair tie fell to the ground.

Enrico stood behind her, holding her with unyielding strength, his heart pounding against her back.

“Enrico…” Paige frowned as she looked down at the hands around her waist.

“It’s too late.”

Enrico lowered his head, burying his breath in the nape of her neck, inhaling her familiar, clean scent as he rasped, “It’s too late to change your mind now.”

Paige’s heart pounded, and she stood there for a long moment, unable to say a word.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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When they returned to Rose Estate from the football field, the atmosphere between Paige and Enrico was a bit strange. Enrico wasn’t as quick to anger as before, nor did he seem out of control, but he was more silent than usual. His eyes, filled with something unspoken, were fixed on her, though he said nothing. Paige wasn’t one to talk much either, so there wasn’t much to say.

The two of them ate dinner together. Olivia, standing nearby, noticed the suffocating silence between them and was puzzled. Did she not cook well tonight? Paige was eating her rice when suddenly a piece of shrimp dumpling was placed in her bowl. The dumpling was cut in half, with a wrapper made from delicately pan-fried eggs, its texture fine and its color golden. Inside, it was filled with thick, tender shrimp paste, which looked incredibly appetizing.

Paige looked up at Enrico, who was sitting across from her. He had a serious expression, not looking at her, slowly eating as if his mind was elsewhere.

Paige picked up the shrimp dumpling and ate it, savoring its excellent flavor.

“Olivia, leave us,” Enrico suddenly ordered.

“Yes, sir.” Olivia quickly excused herself, keeping her head down as she left.

Enrico then added another dish to Paige’s bowl, his voice cold as ice. “You don’t need to bring up that topic again.”

Paige pressed her lips against the chopsticks and then nodded. “Understood.”

She knew what he meant. No matter how much they discussed it, the outcome would be the same. She wouldn’t give up on her goals, and he wouldn’t let her go. Going over it repeatedly only led to more arguments and unhappiness. It was like a sword hanging over them, glinting with icy resolve. Both of them were stubborn, and until the sword finally fell, their arguments were pointless. Maybe only when the sword fell would they find some relief.

“I’m choosing a vacation spot. If you have a preference, let me know,” Enrico said again. “We’ll go when I have time.”

“You decide.” Paige lowered her head and continued eating.

After dinner, Paige took a quick shower and then went into the study to finish her work. The study was brightly lit, her hair still slightly damp as she sat at the computer. Her hands rested on the keyboard for a long time before she finally started typing.

Country A.

Slum.

Escapee.

Maximum penalty: death…

She typed out each word slowly, her fingers heavy as though weighed down by a thousand pounds. Her mouth tasted bitter, completely devoid of flavor.

Paige glanced at a jar of candy nearby, reached in to grab one, unwrapped it, and placed it in her mouth. The coolness of the mint and the sweetness of the candy quickly filled her mouth, rushing to her head and helping her regain a bit of composure.

Enrico appeared at the door. She glanced up at him. He had just taken a shower as well. His short hair was tousled, with a few strands out of place on his forehead. Water droplets slid down his sharply defined face. He wore a black robe, exposing part of his chest, as he stood there, watching her.

“I’ll be done soon,” Paige said, turning back to the screen and typing the last word.