The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige’s eyes widened in shock, and she quickly pushed Enrico away, sitting back on the cabinet.

Enrico’s eyes darkened, and he bit her chin, his sharp teeth grazing the skin, making Paige inhale sharply in pain.

“Someone’s here.”

Enrico pressed his hands on the cabinet, raised an eyebrow, and said in a low voice, “Not my problem.”

“I don’t think I locked the door,” Paige said anxiously, just as Carrie’s voice came from outside, “Paige, I’ve never been this nervous about a competition before. Can I talk to you?”

Paige, usually composed, was now in a state of disarray, unsure whether to respond or not. She had never faced a situation like this before.

Outside, Carrie sighed, “Paige, are you there? Taking a shower? Can I come in?”

Enrico turned his head, kissing her neck, his tongue teasingly licking the delicate skin.

Paige could hear Carrie grasping the door handle, which made her freeze. She quickly called out, “No… uh, don’t come in.”

“Your moans sound so sweet. ” Enrico murmured hoarsely.

Outside, Carrie withdrew her hand, puzzled, “Paige, are you okay? Your voice sounds a bit strange.”

Paige had never felt so guilty. She tried to calm herself and raised her voice, “My throat’s a bit sore.”

Enrico lowered his head, biting the collar of her nightgown and slowly pulling it down.

“Do you have a cold?” Carrie asked, concerned, “I have some cold medicine. I’ll get it for you.”

“No need!” Paige tried to ignore Enrico’s antics, her pale fingers pushing his face away, “I’ve already taken some medicine. I just need to rest. You should go back to your room and relax. Just stay calm for the competition.”

Enrico kissed her fingers, his eyes filled with desire.

Paige quickly pulled back her trembling hand that had been kissed.

Enrico chuckled, then captured her lips again, lifting her off the cabinet and carrying her towards the bed.

“Oh, okay.” Carrie, feeling a bit dejected, turned to leave. Just as she turned around, she heard a sound from inside, like something heavy falling onto the bed.

Then, she heard a faint, masculine sigh. She leaned closer to listen, but couldn’t hear anything more.

Carrie was shocked and covered her mouth when she put together Paige’s strange responses. Could it be? She had never heard Paige mention a boyfriend. If she had one, there was no need to hide it from her teammates, right?

Carrie forced herself to think this way and turned around, running into Nick. He called out loudly, “Hey, Carrie, you’re here too. Great, let’s call Paige for dinner.”

“Shh!” Carrie immediately put her finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet.

“What’s going on?” Nick looked at her, confused, “I’m just going to call Paige for dinner.”

“Don’t,” Carrie grabbed Nick’s hand, “Come on, don’t disturb Paige.”

“What happened?”

“Shut up,” Carrie said, dragging Nick away forcefully.

Inside, Paige was having a hard time. Just as Carrie left, Nick’s voice came through the door. She stared at the closed door, terrified he might suddenly burst in.

“Stay focused.”

Enrico frowned in displeasure.

“Do you think I can focus?” she glared at him with frustration.

Enrico smirked, “I’ve suddenly decided not to make them leave.”

…

In the dim light, Enrico leaned against the headboard, examining the marks on his body. His voice was husky and sexy, “Damn it, with all these bites and scratches, how am I supposed to attend the finance summit tomorrow?”

He touched his neck, where she had scratched him, leaving two red marks that hurt to the touch.

Paige, wrapped in the blanket, was playing on her phone. She responded coolly, “I lost control, sorry.”

“I can tell the difference between revenge and accident.”

“Oh.” Paige didn’t argue and continued browsing the news.

Enrico placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her over, forcing her to lie sideways in his arms.

Paige didn’t resist, lying there playing on her phone, still ignoring him.

Enrico brushed her hair with his hand and said in a deep voice, “The president knows about Peak Club now.”

Hearing this, Paige’s eyes sharpened. She put down her phone and looked at him, “So soon?” Everything she did was to get everyone’s attention, including the president’s, but she didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

“What’s the president’s reaction?” Paige asked, her expression serious.

“The people under him will take action on their own.” Enrico’s long fingers combed through her hair. “Which means tomorrow won’t be easy for you.” She was challenging the entire elite class. What seemed like a small student organization was actually a direct affront to the elites themselves. No one would allow this to continue.

“So tomorrow will be even harder than I thought.” Paige considered her plans for the next day.

Seeing her deep in thought, Enrico twirled her hair around his finger and cleared his throat, “No elite wants to see the current rules broken.”

“I know.” Paige said, lying in his arms. “Thank you for telling me this. I’ll be extra careful tomorrow.”

Enrico paused, his hand still in her hair, his eyes growing cold, “Is that all?”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Paige looked at him in confusion, then decided to get up from his arms. “I need to go over the plans for tomorrow’s match again. I can’t afford any mistakes.” She got out of bed and headed to the sofa to get her laptop. Before she could even reach her laptop bag, she heard a loud “thud.”

Enrico had thrown her phone to the floor.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just thought you probably won’t be needing this phone tomorrow since you’ll be dead.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his tone icy.

Paige bent down to pick up her phone. Fortunately, it was on a carpeted floor, so it wasn’t damaged.

“I won’t die,” Paige said firmly. She wasn’t going to let herself die until she had accomplished what she set out to do.

“You will die.” Enrico glared at her, waiting for her to ask for his help. After a long silence, he realized she wasn’t going to ask.

“Damn it!” Enrico swore angrily, then threw himself back onto the bed, turning to face away from her and pulling the blanket over himself.

Paige was baffled by his reaction. She sighed quietly, glancing at Enrico’s back, and asked softly, “Do you want dinner?”

“No, thanks.”

“Okay.” Paige didn’t have much else to say. She walked over to her laptop bag, sat down on the sofa, and began working on her computer.

…

The next morning, Enrico still didn’t acknowledge Paige. After a couple of attempts to talk to him and getting no response, she decided to just leave him be. She got dressed, tied up her long hair, and said, “The finance summit and FS Award event both start at 10. It’s still early, so I’ll bring you some breakfast.”

Enrico, with a cold expression, turned and headed to the bathroom. The sound of the shower soon followed-he was taking a shower.

In the living room, Nick and Carrie were already up, each eating a sandwich on the sofa. Nick was trying to calm Carrie’s nerves, advising her to relax.

“Morning, Paige!” Nick greeted cheerfully as soon as he saw her.

“Morning,” Paige replied with a nod, then turned to Carrie. “Morning.”

“Cough-morning.” Carrie was caught off guard by the greeting and almost choked. She quickly looked away, avoiding Paige’s gaze.

Paige guessed that Carrie had figured something out from last night.

“Do you have any extra sandwiches?” Paige asked.

“Yes, I’ll get one for you,” Nick said, getting up to fetch it.

“Are there two? If not, I’ll make some,” Paige offered.

Nick glanced at her with his mouth full of sandwich, mumbling, “Paige, you have quite an appetite, needing two…”

Before he could finish, a loud “bang” of the door closing interrupted him. The three of them turned to see a tall man leaving Paige’s room. He wore a black mask and cap, obscuring his face. Without acknowledging them, he walked straight through the living room, opened the door, and left.