The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige took a step forward, holding the umbrella over his head as she crouched down in front of him, not caring that the hem of her long coat dipped into the dirty water.

“Getting soaked in the rain will make you catch a cold,” she said with a slight smile, taking out a tissue to gently wipe the rain off his face.

Enrico wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or something else, but his body remained rigid, motionless, as he stared at her intently. He could feel the gentleness in her actions.

“Paige,” he called her name in a stiff tone.

Paige paused for a moment, her eyes meeting his, a fleeting sadness passing through them before she smiled. “Yes, it’s me.”

Her touch was so gentle, just like when his sister was alive, when she looked at him as if he were her entire world.

Seeing something in his gaze, Paige softly said, “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not your sister, nor do I want to be.”

She recalled that he once wanted her to be a substitute for his deceased sister, but gave up when he realized they were different. Now that he’d lost his memory, he was looking at her with that same old, familiar gaze.

Hearing her words, Enrico snapped back to reality and noticed her hand still on his face. He instinctively recoiled.

“You followed me,” he said slowly, his tone filled with hostility.

“Yes,” Paige responded lightly, withdrawing the tissue and smiling. “How else could I ensure your safety? You’re the president of the Gustin Group, and you’ve made plenty of enemies. Wandering around like this, you could easily lose your life.”

She spoke the truth, whether or not he could fully comprehend it with his nine-year-old memory.

Enrico, sitting in a pile of tattered cardboard boxes, was soaked and disheveled, yet despite his amnesia, his gaze was defiant as he looked at her. “I don’t need anyone to ensure my safety.”

“So, you plan to fill in those 19 years all by yourself?” Paige asked, looking at him.

“I can do it on my own,” Enrico replied, making his resistance clear.

“How about giving me three months?” Paige suggested as she crouched in front of him, lifting the umbrella higher. The rainwater cascading from the edges formed a closed world, encasing the two of them.

“What do you mean by three months?” Enrico asked, his eyes fixed on her.

Paige smiled softly, speaking slowly, “Smart people don’t do foolish things. You’re using a 28-year-old body with the memory of a 9-year-old, and you’re not a blank slate. The world out there is hostile towards you. Even if you walk back to Rose Estate, then what? Visit your deceased sister’s grave, and then what? Return to the Gustin Group and start working? Do you think you can handle that? Or maybe go after Jeremy? But how can you ignore your mother’s will?”

“…”

How did she know he was going to visit his sister’s grave? How did she know about the will? How did she… know everything?

Enrico’s pupils contracted, his lips pressing tightly together.

“You need some safe time to adjust to everything. Stay with me for three months. Your body still needs care. After three months, once you’re more accustomed to this world, I won’t stop you if you want to leave,” Paige continued, her gaze locked on his deep-set eyes. “Of course, if you ever feel like I’m a threat, you can always try to escape. It wouldn’t be hard to get away from my place.”

That much was true. Security patrols or not, he had managed to escape on his own.

Confidence flashed briefly in Enrico’s eyes, a look Paige didn’t miss. Her approach seemed to be working well with this 9-year-old version of Enrico.

“So, what do you say?” she asked.

Surprisingly, Enrico didn’t immediately agree. He pulled his legs closer, still skeptical as he looked at her. His voice, low and mature, reflected his inner turmoil. “Jaden said you’re someone who cares a lot about me.”

“Yes, so you should trust me,” Paige replied with a smile, though the hem of her coat was already completely soaked by the rainwater pooling around them.

“Then why do you care about me?” Enrico asked, probing further. “You’re not my family, my subordinate, or even my friend.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Why would she care about him? What was her motive?

Paige’s grip on the umbrella tightened slightly as she looked at the cautious Enrico in front of her. This was still the same face, but now filled with wariness.

Paige seriously considered his question for a moment before deciding to be blunt. Her clear eyes locked onto his, her voice soft and barely audible over the rain. “Because you’re my man.”

“…”

Enrico stared at her, his expression unchanged, though confusion flickered in his eyes. He clearly didn’t understand what she meant by that.

“Even though you’ve never explicitly said it, I think we both know that the position of your wife belongs to me alone,” Paige continued, making her words even more straightforward.

Even though he only had the memory of a 9-year-old, the truth shouldn’t be hidden from him. This was something he needed to come to terms with as well.

Hearing this, the composed facade Enrico had been maintaining finally crumbled. His eyes widened in shock, and he looked at her as if she were some kind of ghost. Unable to control his expression, he turned to run, only to collide headfirst with the uneven wall next to him.

“Bang!”

Enrico’s head hit the wall hard, making him dizzy as a trickle of blood started to run down his forehead. A snail that had been on the wall fell off from the impact.

“…”

Paige felt a pang of concern as she watched him. She quickly pulled out a tissue, intending to help him wipe the blood. “Are you okay?”

Without thinking, Enrico swatted her hand away and retreated back into the pile of cardboard boxes. “Stay away from me! Don’t come any closer!”

What was this about a wife, a man… it made no sense!

Seeing him like this, looking every bit like a frightened little boy, Paige didn’t know whether to laugh or feel bitter. She smiled gently at him, “I wasn’t planning on doing anything to you. You asked, and I just gave you an honest answer.”

“You’re trying to take advantage of my memory loss to marry me so you can control the Gustin Group, aren’t you?” Enrico accused, his gaze turning cold.

“…”

Paige was taken aback. Was he really so mistrustful, even at nine years old?

At nine, she had been living under someone else’s roof. Although she knew the Clarkes family didn’t treat her well, she had still been a naive, innocent child.

But him…

Through Enrico, Paige felt she could glimpse the boy he had been-young, yet devoid of any childhood innocence.

Jeremy truly deserved to die.

Paige shoved the tissue into Enrico’s hand and stood up, still holding the umbrella. “Don’t worry. I won’t marry you if you don’t want to. Now, come on, I’ll take you to visit your sister’s grave.”

“Really?” Enrico pressed the tissue against his wound, still not fully trusting her.

“If you go back to Rose Estate, you won’t find your sister there. Do you really think, after 19 years, you would still leave her buried in that cold, damp lakeside soil?” Paige asked.

Hearing this, Enrico’s gaze immediately shifted to her, and his expression turned conflicted.