The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“If she suffers even the slightest harm, neither of you will escape,” Enrico warned, before running towards a nearby car. Rafael and Jaden quickly tried to stop him, but they couldn’t hold him back.

Enrico got into the car, not bothering to fasten his seatbelt, and immediately hit the gas, speeding toward the fire.

Rafael stood there, stunned. “What’s going on? His memory is messed up again at a time like this!”

Beside him, Jaden, looking pale, also got into a car. Rafael, not wasting any time, jumped into the car as Jaden started the engine. “I’m coming with you.”

Enrico drove recklessly, his foot pressing the accelerator to the floor. Pedestrians and vehicles on the road scattered in fear, making way for him. His dark eyes were locked on the road ahead, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly they trembled, his breath coming in sharp, uncontrolled gasps.

Paige. Wait for me.

He took several sharp turns, and the fire came into view, the scorching wind rushing toward him, making the air thick and heavy. The road ahead was blocked by too many people and cars, so Enrico slammed on the brakes, pushed aside those in his way, and ran towards the burning vehicle at the edge of the slope. The intense flames emitted searing heat, scorching his skin.

The car was nearly reduced to nothing but charred remains.

Enrico stood there, frozen, his handsome face reflecting sheer terror in the flickering light of the fire.

This can’t be real. She’s not here. She’s waiting for me at Rose Estate. Yes, that’s right. She’s at Rose Estate.

He took one last glance at the scene before stepping back, but then there was a “bang.” Something exploded and fell to the ground in flames. It was a license plate, barely readable.

“The only fully AI-customized car in the country, worth three billion-it’s yours.”

“You want me to learn how to drive in a three-billion-dollar car?”

Memories crashed into him like the flames, destroying his sanity.

No… This can’t be happening.

Enrico’s eyes were glued to the fire, the sounds around him fading into nothingness. All he could hear was the unending crackle of the flames. He stood there for a few seconds, then, without any hesitation, moved toward the blaze.

“Enrico!” Rafael and Jaden, enduring the overwhelming heat, rushed forward and grabbed Enrico by both arms.

“Let go!” Enrico roared, his eyes bloodshot, struggling fiercely, veins bulging on his forehead. “I need to save her! She’s alive! She’s still alive!”

She’s still alive. I have to save her. My sister is gone, she can’t leave me too. She said she would take care of me, she promised! She can’t die, she can’t just die!

He had to save her, he had to save her…

“Boss, please listen to us…” Jaden was unsure how many of the financiers had left, but he couldn’t risk telling Enrico the truth now. He just wanted to get him out of there.

But before he could finish, Enrico broke free from their grip and ran towards the towering flames with all his might.

“…”

Jaden’s eyes widened in horror. In that moment, he had no doubt that Enrico would charge into the fire, even if it meant certain death.

“Boom!”

The burning car exploded for a second time. The slope crumbled further, the flames growing more intense. The blast sent Enrico flying back to the ground.

Rafael and Jaden were also nearly burnt alive, instinctively raising their arms to shield themselves. When they looked ahead again, Enrico lay motionless on the ground.

“Boss!” Jaden scrambled over, almost crawling, to help Enrico up.

Enrico was in a wretched state, his once handsome face covered in grime and blackened by the blast, a stream of blood trickling down one cheek. His shirt and pants were singed by flying sparks, with his pants still smoldering, the flames licking at the fabric and spreading rapidly.

But Enrico seemed oblivious to the pain, propping himself up on his arms, slowly standing, and trying to move forward again.

“Boss!”

Jaden shouted, extinguishing the fire on Enrico’s pants.

At Jaden’s shout, there was another loud “bang” as the car collapsed in the fire, the driver’s seat completely engulfed, leaving nothing but flames.

The fire raged on, seemingly endless, consuming everything.

“Enrico, let’s go back and talk, alright?” Rafael approached, grabbing Enrico’s arm, trying to persuade him.

Enrico didn’t move forward anymore. He just stood there, battered and bruised, staring at the inferno right in front of him, his eyes so red they looked like they might bleed.

He was quiet now.

Suddenly, just like that, he was quiet.

Rafael and Jaden were both drenched in sweat from the heat. Seeing this change, Jaden kept a tight hold on Enrico’s arm.

The fire continued to burn, too intense to be extinguished, as if it would rage forever.

After a while, Enrico’s arms slipped from their grasp, not in struggle, but from sheer exhaustion.

Jaden stared in shock as Enrico, drained of all his strength, sank to his knees before the fire.

Like a defeated soldier, like a terminally ill patient who has just been told there’s no hope…

Only despair. Nothing but despair.

“Ah-”

Enrico suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, his entire body trembling.

Tears streamed down his face, contorted in the firelight.

He screamed, a scream full of agony; he cried, crying like a child lost in hopelessness.

Rafael stood there, staring down at him, dumbfounded.

He didn’t know if Enrico was screaming because his memory was scrambled and he believed Paige was dead, or if his memory had suddenly returned, making him realize Paige wasn’t dead after all.

Either way, Enrico no longer had any hope left for this world.

Because the person he wanted most was gone in the end.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“…”

Jaden stood by, watching, guilt and pain overwhelming him, nearly drowning him.

If only he hadn’t betrayed the boss, if only he hadn’t gone to Wind Island to fetch Paige, maybe none of this would have happened.

He wanted to find someone to be with the boss, but in the end, he only made the boss taste the bitterness of farewell once more.

Not far away, Rachel stood behind a tree, staring blankly at the scene. The hand holding her phone slowly lowered.

She remembered when Enrico, dressed in a black coat, had stormed into the manor with a gun, exuding such grace. But now, that once high-and-mighty man had shattered all his pride, kneeling before the fire and crying until he could cry no more.

All for a woman named Paige.

He loved her that much.

Only now did Rachel believe Paige was truly dead, likely because Enrico tried to let her go, but the woman’s poor driving skills caused her own death.