The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Rachel could hardly believe it when she found herself thrown to the ground with a single slap, pain radiating through her body from various places.

Rachel tried to get up.

Paige lifted her leg and kicked her back down, pinning Rachel to the ground with her boot on her throat. She looked down at Rachel with contempt, as if she were a dying insect.

Lying on the cold ground, Rachel glared up at the woman above her, both angry and shocked. “Paige, you really have a strong will to live.”

“Thanks to your care, I’m still alive and well,” Paige replied coldly. “But as for your future, who knows?”

“You-” Rachel began to speak, but Paige pressed down hard on her throat with her boot, cutting off her words. Rachel’s face turned red as blood rushed to her head, and she nearly choked, unable to breathe.

Sensing a gaze on her, Paige looked up and saw Molly trembling at the doorway.

As soon as Molly noticed Paige looking at her, she collapsed to the ground, utterly terrified, her face drained of color. She stammered, “Don’t look at me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Paige, I’m sorry. It was Rachel. She forced me to expose you. I was coerced back then…”

Paige hadn’t expected Molly to become this pitiful.

Paige turned her gaze back to Rachel, beckoning her with a finger. “Come here, pick her up, and take me inside to see Enrico.”

“O-okay, okay.” Molly dared not refuse, stumbling over to Rachel.

Paige lifted her boot off Rachel’s throat and watched as Molly, limping and clutching her crutch, struggled to help Rachel to her feet.

Rachel had always been frail, and after being stomped by Paige, she could barely stop coughing, her face twisted in pain.

Molly, struggling with her own injuries, supported Rachel as they walked inside. Rachel glanced back at Paige with hatred, her eyes filled with loathing.

Why?

Why was Paige still alive?

What really happened in that fire three years ago?

Paige followed them down a long corridor, noting the unusual and labyrinthine design of the place, unlike a typical residence. Rachel had clearly gone to great lengths to secure Enrico.

“Miss,” Jaden quickly caught up to Paige. “There are supposed to be traps inside.”

Paige had already anticipated this and nodded calmly.

“Shouldn’t I stay behind you?” Jaden asked, concerned for her safety.

“I’ll be fine,” Paige reassured him with a glance at the two women in front of her, maintaining her composure as she continued forward.

Dr. Clinton, clutching his medical kit, nervously followed, accompanied by a group of subordinates. He looked around cautiously before calling out to Rachel, “Walk carefully! If there’s a trap, you’ll be the first to die.”

Rachel, already in pain from her twisted ankle, glared back at him, seeing Jaden and his men pointing their guns at her.

Paige, however, remained unfazed.

Molly, trembling with fear, continued to support Rachel as they climbed the stairs one step at a time.

Each step was agony for Rachel, and as silence enveloped them, she suddenly kicked at a nearby mechanism and dodged to the side. The wall-mounted painting slid aside, revealing a hidden compartment from which dozens of arrows shot out.

Molly screamed, crouching down in terror.

Jaden and his men quickly responded to the trap.

When the painting started to move, Paige had already leapt onto the staircase railing, flipping gracefully out of harm’s way. She grabbed one of the flying arrows and kicked at Rachel, who was attempting to activate another trap.

With a loud “bang,” Rachel tumbled down the stairs, narrowly avoiding the men who scrambled to get out of her way.

Rachel lay on the ground, her face pale, almost fainting from the pain.

Two of Jaden’s men had been struck by arrows. Jaden looked at Paige, who had landed back on the staircase with ease. She had clearly continued her martial arts training during the past three years.

Paige, still holding the arrow, descended the stairs, yanking Rachel up and slamming her against the wall before driving the arrow into the flesh above her heart without hesitation.

The barbed arrowhead sank deep into her chest.

“Ahhh!” Rachel screamed in agony, her legs buckling beneath her, but Paige held her upright by one shoulder.

Jaden remained silent.

Dr. Clinton inhaled sharply. Miss Paige’s methods had grown even more ruthless.

Molly was utterly paralyzed with fear. The moment Paige drove the arrow into Rachel, she covered her eyes, unable to bear the sight.

“Rachel, I didn’t hesitate to shoot your father, so don’t push me,” Paige said coldly, standing in front of her.

Rachel, blood soaking her chest, glared at Paige with a mixture of hatred and desperation. “Then go ahead! This place is full of traps. We can die together! You’re dreaming if you think you can take Enrico from me!”

Paige was supposed to be dead! She should be dead!

Hearing this, Paige sneered. “Die together? Rachel, if you had the courage, you wouldn’t have fled the moment you heard I was out of Gangnam Hall.”

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As she spoke, Paige gripped the arrow and began to twist it deeper into Rachel’s body.

“Ahh…” Rachel trembled violently under the excruciating pain, shaking her head desperately, her lips turning pale.

Paige didn’t push further, calmly continuing to twist the arrow, drawing out the torture slowly.

Rachel nearly blacked out from the pain, but Dr. Clinton rushed forward, pressing down on her philtrum, forcing her back to consciousness.

Paige glanced at him.

For some reason, the doctor found her gaze even harder to withstand after three years. It wasn’t necessarily cruel, just different from before.

He forced a smile. “Just helping out.”

“Thanks,” Paige replied with no expression, nodding slightly.

Rachel finally gave in, gasping for breath. “I’ll take you…”

As Paige had suspected, Rachel was terrified of dying. She had no desire to perish with Paige.

Satisfied, Paige released her grip.

Jaden immediately stepped forward, restraining Rachel and pushing her to continue up the stairs. Molly was also dragged along.

Rachel made one last attempt to resist, deliberately omitting the details of two traps, injuring two more of Jaden’s men in the process. In return, Paige twisted the arrow in Rachel’s chest once more, and she gave up entirely.

Molly, on the other hand, remained cooperative, pointing to a pair of large double doors. “Here, right here.”

Paige was pleased and shoved Rachel forward to open the doors.

Rachel, her strength nearly gone, approached the doors with trembling hands, slowly pushing them open.

As the doors creaked open, Paige lifted her gaze and saw Enrico, bound tightly in black chains, hanging from a central circular platform.