The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

He stood there with his eyes closed, arms loosely outstretched, swaying slightly as if he might fall, yet held up by chains embedded in the ceiling.

Soft light illuminated his body, highlighting each thick chain. He looked like a giant puppet-soulless, lifeless, with nothing left but a face so absurdly beautiful that it took one’s breath away.

No one expected to see such a scene behind the door. Everyone was stunned, standing motionless for a long time, their senses overwhelmed.

Paige stood there, staring blankly at the sight before her, her eyes instantly turning red, filled with a bloodthirsty glint.

“Paige, I’ll be your sanctuary, ensuring your safety and peace throughout your life.”

“Paige, why am I so unwilling to let go?”

“Paige, I want you to leave.”

The man’s voice, once filled with determination, shattered into countless fragments at this moment, turning to dust.

For the past three years, Paige had been lying to herself-convincing herself that Enrico wasn’t sick, that he might be secretly receiving treatment, that even if he was ill, he would be okay and could live well.

But now, all those comforting lies were utterly destroyed. She never imagined that the proud, invincible Enrico would be suspended like a lifeless puppet.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

If he were conscious now, how much pain would he be in?

Rachel!

Paige kicked the already unsteady Rachel to the ground and then walked forward, stepping onto the low platform. She stood in front of Enrico, reaching out as if to touch him but hesitating.

She forced herself to suppress her emotions and began examining the chains binding him.

“Miss, let her do it. Be careful of any traps,” Jaden said, dragging Rachel over, concerned for Paige’s safety.

“She loves Enrico; she wouldn’t set any lethal traps where he stays,” Paige replied, her hand brushing over the lock on the chains, finding they were secured with a simple lock. She looked down at Rachel. “Where’s the key?”

Rachel, disheveled and defeated, looked at Paige standing before Enrico, and that same sense of unwillingness surged within her again. She gritted her teeth, reluctant to speak.

Seeing the fierce look in Paige’s eyes and her gaze falling on the bloodstain on Rachel’s chest, Rachel paled and confessed everything.

Molly, following instructions, brought a box of keys.

Jaden and Dr. Clinton quickly climbed onto the platform and began unlocking the chains.

Paige stood in front of Enrico, resting one of his freed arms across her shoulder, lifting her gaze to study his pale face.

He had lost a lot of weight.

She gently brushed aside the hair from his forehead.

Enrico, she had come, she had returned to find him-did he know that?

Once all the chains were unlocked, Enrico, unconscious, no longer had the strength to stand, and his full weight fell onto Paige’s shoulder. She bit her lip, forcing herself to support him.

Seeing this, Jaden stepped forward to help.

But Paige stepped back, determined to bear Enrico’s weight alone as she slowly led him out.

“Miss, what should we do with these two?” one of her subordinates asked Paige.

“If they like it here, let them stay,” Paige coldly ordered, not sparing Rachel and Molly a second glance, as she continued to support Enrico and walked out.

A stretch limousine pulled up to the open area outside.

Though Enrico had lost weight, his male physique still had its weight, and Paige struggled to support him, especially since he couldn’t move on his own and relied entirely on her.

By the time she managed to get him to the car, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.

She carefully helped Enrico into the car, making sure he was seated comfortably before following him inside.

Jaden hurried over, “Miss, where are you planning to take the boss?”

It was obvious Paige didn’t intend to take Enrico back with him.

Standing at the car door, one hand on Enrico’s shoulder, Paige turned her cool gaze to Jaden. “I already said that from now on, he’s my responsibility. You go back.”

“No, I can’t leave the boss,” Jaden insisted, though he didn’t distrust Paige, he couldn’t just let her take Enrico away.

“I’m not asking for your permission,” Paige replied icily, bending down to enter the car.

Jaden, desperate, tried to follow her, but Paige’s men immediately blocked his way. In response, Jaden’s subordinates drew their guns, leading to a tense standoff. The salty sea breeze was thick with tension, the atmosphere crackling with hostility.

Jaden refused to back down.

Dr. Clinton, clutching his medical kit, stood behind Jaden, his head throbbing as he watched the escalating situation. Just after dealing with Rachel, were they really going to start an internal conflict? Would it never end?

Just as he was thinking this, Jaden suddenly grabbed him and pulled him in front of Paige, his tone much softer now, “Miss, Dr. Clinton has been treating the boss, and I know everything about the boss’s condition these past three years. Don’t you have anything you want to ask us?”

Paige sat in the car, her gaze shifting to the man resting on her shoulder. “Only you two can come. Your men can’t follow.”

Her residence couldn’t be exposed so casually.

Hearing this, Jaden breathed a sigh of relief, “Alright, that’s fine.”

Without another word, Jaden quickly pulled Dr. Clinton into the car.

Paige and Enrico sat in the backseat, while Jaden and Dr. Clinton took seats on the long leather bench in the front. The driver started the car, slowly driving away from the coastline.

Paige sat quietly, with Enrico’s head resting on her shoulder, his eyes remaining closed. The warmth of his body against hers was the only reminder that he was still alive.

There was still time.

Dr. Clinton leaned over, lifting Enrico’s eyelids to check his eyes and performing a brief examination before letting out a sigh of relief. “Fortunately, Miss Rachel didn’t do anything to Mr. Gustin. He’s unharmed, just under the effects of a sedative, so he might sleep for a while longer.”

Hearing this, Jaden checked the time on his watch.

What could Miss Rachel have done? If he calculated correctly, Rachel had only locked him up for about three hours before Paige arrived to rescue him. In three hours, there wasn’t enough time for Rachel to do much.

Paige adjusted her position, ensuring that Enrico was more comfortably leaning against her shoulder.

Her eyes, red and brimming with emotion, gazed at the face she hadn’t seen in three years. At that moment, she didn’t even dare to reach out and touch his face.

“What exactly happened three years ago?” Paige asked, looking at Enrico. Her voice was so soft and even, as if she were asking a casual question.

But no one knew how much this question had tormented her for three years. Even in her dreams, she was still trapped in that moment from three years ago.

Hearing the question, Jaden and Dr. Clinton exchanged glances, both of their expressions darkening.

Jaden, sitting there, clenched his fist as he looked at the sleeping Enrico. He really didn’t want to relive that past, but since Paige was asking…

“Three years ago, the boss was preparing to go against the consortiums for your sake. At the same time, he was showing early signs of his illness. He didn’t know how long he could hold on, so he decided to have you fake your death and escape as a precaution,” Jaden explained.

Paige listened without much surprise.

In the past three years, even though she knew nothing, she gradually pieced together the truth. What she didn’t know was how she ranked in Enrico’s heart.

So Enrico really would have given up everything for her-the consortium, revenge, nothing else mattered. But back then, she didn’t believe him and instead trusted his parting words.

“Did he get sick because I left?” Paige asked.

No matter how many early symptoms there were, a trigger was necessary for the illness to fully manifest.

But she couldn’t understand how Enrico, who was prepared for her departure and had mentally steeled himself, could be pushed to such an extreme by her leaving.