The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige reached out to grasp his hand and calmly said, “If there truly comes a day when our stances are completely at odds, perhaps we should part ways amicably beforehand. That way, neither of us would feel burdened by what comes next.”

By then, he could deal with her without hesitation, and she could continue on her path without looking back.

“Part ways amicably?”

As if hearing a joke, Enrico laughed uncontrollably. Suddenly, his expression darkened, and he slammed his fist into the pillar. His eyes reddened as he growled hysterically, “Don’t you dare!”

With that, Enrico abruptly lowered his head and bit down on her lips, kissing her fiercely.

“Mmm…”

Paige winced in pain from the bite.

Ignoring her resistance, Enrico’s tongue invaded her mouth, ravaging with increasing intensity and ferocity.

Finally, Paige couldn’t help but push against his chest, but Enrico only tightened his hold, lifting her off the ground. Despite the pain from his injury, he carried on relentlessly, kissing her as he made his way to the stairs.

Paige was taken aback.

Because he brought it up, she had wanted to have a rational discussion about the future challenges they would face.

She was from the slums, and he was a wealthy tycoon-this conflict of interest was something they couldn’t ignore.

After he had saved her multiple times, she could no longer harbor any ill feelings towards him. Even if the day came when he turned against her, she could understand.

She thought she had expressed herself well, but she hadn’t expected him to lose control.

When he finally pushed her onto the bed, her body was completely at his mercy.

Enrico was even more intense than before his injury. He tore off the buttons of her shirt with his teeth, his fingers interlocking tightly with hers.

Over and over again.

Paige trembled uncontrollably, unable to refuse him.

Eventually, Enrico fell into a deep sleep while holding her close. Even in his sleep, his hands remained firmly locked around her waist, refusing to let go.

Paige felt as though she was trapped in an airtight cage, drenched in sweat, her mind a blank from the overwhelming heat.

Enrico’s sleep was muddled and restless.

In a hazy fog, the roses in the courtyard had all withered.

He seemed to return to his childhood.

He was tied to the old-fashioned ceiling fan in the living room, spinning around with it.

The dizziness made him nauseous, unable to see anything clearly, only hearing the mocking and cursing of the servants below.

Fawn, save me…

He called out in his mind, and in the next moment, a gunshot rang out in the snow-covered courtyard.

She fell silently to the pure white snow like a fluttering red butterfly.

Paige, save me…

He called out again in his mind.

In the next instant, he saw Paige standing in front of him, looking at him with eyes so cold they seemed almost bloodless, her smile devoid of warmth.

“Enrico, we’re from two different worlds. We were always going to end up.”

“I’ve gotten everything I wanted. I’m leaving now.”

No.

She couldn’t.

How dare she leave, how dare she abandon him here alone.

But she left anyway, without hesitation.

He wanted to chase after her, but his hands were bound tightly by ropes, suspending him from the fan. All he could do was watch her figure grow farther and farther away…Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The mocking laughter of the servants grew louder and louder.

“Enrico? Enrico?”

A faint voice suddenly called out.

Enrico jolted awake, only to find Paige, who had walked away in his dream, lying beside him, her eyes filled with confusion as she looked at him.

“Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?”

Paige reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his face.

He had been holding her so tightly that she couldn’t sleep at all. Suddenly, his body started trembling, and cold sweat appeared on his face, which was alarming to see.

He hadn’t been like this before.

He stared at her, his eyes frighteningly red.

Suddenly, he pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her face and lips frantically, as if trying to prove to himself how unreal his nightmare had been.

“Stop, you’re all sweaty…”

Paige felt uncomfortable from the sweaty kisses.

Enrico flipped over on top of her, kissing her soft ear, his voice hoarse and rough. “Take back what you said about parting ways amicably. Did you hear me? Don’t make me say it again.”

Paige turned away from his kisses.

Hadn’t he gotten enough earlier? Why was he back for more after just a dream?

“Paige.” Enrico licked her earlobe as he whispered her name. “I’m telling you, there’s no such thing as parting ways amicably between us. It’s all or nothing.”

“Enrico…”

Enrico braced himself on either side of her, his eyes red as if soaked in blood, glaring at her intensely. “You’re not allowed to leave me, not ever.”

“What’s gotten into you today?”

Enrico didn’t answer, instead kissing her again, relentlessly and desperately, as if trying to leave his mark on her.

That day, Paige was utterly spent.

Inside a sleek skyscraper, behind the pristine floor-to-ceiling windows, was a high-end private clinic. The pendulum on the desk swung back and forth, occasionally emitting a low, dull sound.

Dr. Farrar stood respectfully to the side. This was his clinic, but in reality, he served only the Gustins.

He silently observed the man standing by the window.

Enrico stood there, his silhouette as sharp as a blade, biting down on a cigarette, his gaze menacing and dark.

Seeing this, Dr. Farrar retrieved a lighter from the drawer and walked over, intending to light the cigarette for him. But Enrico spat out the cigarette and turned his gaze toward him, his voice heavy, “Am I about to relapse?”

Dr. Farrar withdrew the lighter and stood by, his tone deferential, “I just received your health report. Everything is normal.”

“I’ve been feeling off lately,” Enrico said coldly, sitting down in a chair, his hand casually resting on the side.

Hearing this, Dr. Farrar’s eyes flickered slightly as he asked, “Have you been experiencing any hallucinations?”

“No,” Enrico’s face remained expressionless. “But I had a dream.”

“May I ask what the dream was about?” Dr. Farrar asked with a smile.

For Mr. Gustin to mention a dream here, it had to be something out of the ordinary.

Enrico sat there, his gaze heavy as he watched the slowly moving pendulum on the desk. After a long pause, his low voice broke the silence, “I dreamt… that a woman left me.”

He felt panicked.

A panic unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Dr. Farrar walked back to his desk and sat down, looking at Enrico. “It was just a dream. It’s possible that your recent injury has affected your sleep quality. This should improve soon.”

“Are you sure?”

Enrico’s eyes bore into him, his gaze intense and unsettling.

No matter how long Dr. Farrar had been around Enrico, facing that gaze always made him uneasy.

“A dream is just a reflection of emotions and doesn’t necessarily correlate with your mental state,” Dr. Farrar replied respectfully.

“A reflection of emotions?” Enrico repeated, his tone unreadable.

“Yes…” Dr. Farrar hesitated before smiling. “Mr. Gustin, you must be quite fond of this young lady, right?”

Enrico looked down, his fingers tracing the tattoo on his hand, his expression unchanged, his voice as cold as snow. “What if I don’t want to have this kind of dream anymore?”

He loathed the way he felt now.

But dreams weren’t something a doctor could control.

Dr. Farrar remained silent, not daring to complain in front of him. After carefully choosing his words, he said, “Mr. Gustin, a dream is a dream, and reality is reality. For a man like you, standing at the pinnacle, what woman wouldn’t be attracted to you?”

He figured that what Enrico really wanted wasn’t to stop dreaming but for this woman not to leave.

It was hard to believe that a man as powerful as him could be worried about a woman leaving-how insecure could he be?

“Is that so?” Enrico glanced at him, responding coldly.

Dr. Farrar, feeling increasingly uneasy under his gaze, continued, “There’s another possibility. You were recently injured and have likely spent more time with this young lady, which could have triggered unusual dreams. Once things return to normal, it should pass.”

A shadow flickered in Enrico’s eyes at his words.

Indeed.

He had been spending more time with her lately. Whenever they were apart, everything felt meaningless, and he was gripped by an inexplicable sense of panic.