The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

To willingly keep a lowly person from the slums around her, without fearing for her own health-Rachel couldn’t let such an inferior person stay around her Enrico. She had to come up with a plan, but Paige had her Enrico’s protection…

Rachel stood on the stairs, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. The pain sharpened her focus.

Reflecting on Paige’s actions, what exactly was she trying to achieve? She founded Peak Club, stirring class conflicts between the wealthy and the commoners, then joined the Public Law Council, and now seemed to be aiming for a position as a legislator. What was her real goal?

Rachel placed a hand on her chest. With such a huge secret, she had to stay calm and steady. She needed to investigate further, aiming to strike Paige down and send her to hell.

Yes. She needed to stay steady.

Rachel reminded herself not to be hasty, to observe more, and to figure out Paige’s true intentions.

Nightfall.

Enrico didn’t return to Rose Estate for dinner. Paige didn’t have Olivia stand by and watch her eat but instead invited her to join her for the meal. Olivia appeared anxious, glancing out the window now and then. It wasn’t until the dinner was almost over that she realized Enrico wasn’t coming back.

Another wave of unease washed over her.

“Miss, did you have another quarrel with Mr. Gustin?” Olivia asked worriedly, unable to eat.

Paige, sitting across from her, picked up a piece of cheesy baked shrimp. She recalled the phone call from earlier that day, but it wasn’t a real argument-Enrico had simply urged her to expedite the reconstruction of the slums, to which she had replied that it couldn’t be rushed. There was no quarrel.

Shaking her head, Paige said, “No, he’s probably just busy with the consortium’s affairs.”

The cheesy shrimp was quite good.

Seeing Paige’s calm demeanor, Olivia sighed. “Miss, you still don’t understand. When Mr. Gustin doesn’t come home for dinner, doesn’t it feel odd? Doesn’t it feel empty?”

“Isn’t it just dinner? It doesn’t matter where you eat,” Paige replied with a faint smile.

Olivia was overthinking it. “If you weren’t here, would Mr. Gustin come home every night for dinner?”

After dinner, Paige went back to her study to handle her tasks. With her responsibilities at the Public Law Council, Peak Club, and her academic commitments, she was quite busy. Even with her usual efficiency, it was already midnight by the time she finished everything.

Normally, Enrico would have already had her in bed by this time.

Paige left the study and returned to her room. The bedroom was pitch dark and eerily quiet. She turned on the light and saw that the bed was perfectly made, without a wrinkle.

Enrico still hadn’t come back. The consortium’s work must be really demanding.

After a bath, Paige lay down in the large bed alone. With the lights off, the room felt like a vast, dark void.

After lying there for a while, she started to understand Olivia’s comment about feeling empty when someone doesn’t return. It was indeed empty. She was used to being held tightly, and now the whole bed was hers.

She found it amusing-having the whole bed to herself wasn’t a problem, so why feel empty?

Paige closed her eyes, focusing on falling asleep and clearing her mind, thinking about what she needed to do tomorrow.

The night draped over everything.

She didn’t know how long had passed when she was jolted awake by hot breath on her neck. Startled, she reached out to strike the intruder but found her hand pinned down.

Their fingers intertwined. Warmth spread along her neck, growing intimate.

Paige’s mind cleared for a moment as she recognized the presence, her tense body relaxing.

Sensing her relaxation, the man in the dark became more daring, his lips brushing against her neck, biting down suddenly, leaving unseen marks, releasing some sort of pent-up emotion.

“Hurts…” Paige frowned from the bite, trying to push him away, but it was like pushing against a mountain.

The man said nothing, continuing to torment her face and neck, his hand roaming provocatively, destructively kindling something within her.

Paige’s nerves were set on edge, and she opened her eyes in the dark. “Why are you so busy with the consortium tonight? Why are you only coming back now?”

Her voice was laced with weariness, softer than usual.

“I’m busy?” The man arched his head back, growling through clenched teeth.

She hung up on him after just a couple of sentences on the phone. He deliberately stayed out, testing her anxiety, and she responded with a question about his busyness.

Was his whole night of sulking just for himself?

Enrico gritted his teeth, contemplating whether to bite her artery and end things, to avoid being driven to madness someday.

Paige smelled the strong tobacco on him, indicating he’d smoked a lot that day. “Go shower, it’s late. Time to sleep.”

“No sleep!” Enrico snapped, lowering his head to kiss her lips, transferring the taste of tobacco, his heated tongue carrying a hint of bitterness, nearly overwhelming her.

The bitterness wasn’t unpleasant, but the forceful possession made Paige uneasy. She tried to push him again, but Enrico was already pressing her down.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

His kiss traveled downwards, wild and intense.

Paige’s head spun from the kisses, though occasional retaliatory bites kept her alert. He was like a beast from a deep forest, his dark eyes full of hatred and longing, blending gentleness with brutality, tormenting her nerves.

At this point, Paige stopped resisting, one hand lifting to his neck, whispering, “Can you be gentler? How am I supposed to face people with all these bite marks?”

Her soft murmur soothed the beast. Enrico, who had been cold all night, let out a grunt and kissed her even more tenderly.

Gradually, Paige lost control, and it was no longer just about her.

He breathed heavily, his breaths growing more urgent, taking everything without restraint.

Deep-sea descent. Endless.

“Sleep, Enrico,” Paige murmured, utterly exhausted. Was he never going to stop?

The dawn was approaching.

“Are you still going to sleep?”

Enrico, now sweating lightly, nibbled gently on her ear, careful not to bite too hard.

In the next moment, Paige fell silent.

He looked down at her and found that she had actually fallen asleep.