The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige sat with one arm holding a pillow, and suddenly, her wound throbbed with pain. She wanted to refute Kevin, but deep down, she knew better than anyone that Enrico no longer felt the same way about her. The possessiveness, the recklessness, the headstrong passion-all of it was gone. What she used to resist had now turned into something she longed for but couldn’t have.

“I heard he originally didn’t want to stay with you. It was you who insisted he stay for three months. What are you trying to do in these three months? Make him fall in love with you again?” Kevin put down his cup of tea and looked at her. “Don’t you realize you’re acting just like the old Enrico? Back then, he forced you when you had no feelings for him. Now, the one forcing things is you.”

Is that so? Had she and Enrico simply switched places?

Paige listened, sitting up straighter, and then grabbed the pillow she was hugging and threw it hard onto the floor.

Kevin watched in silence.

It had been three years. Every time someone said anything bad about Enrico, Paige would get worked up, completely losing her usual calm demeanor.

“Kevin, as a friend, I’ll take all your advice seriously-except when it comes to him.” Her eyes were icy as she glanced at him, her voice devoid of any warmth. “No one has the right to tell me what to do when it comes to me and Enrico.”

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Kevin sat there without speaking. His shoulders slumped slightly, a hint of sadness crossing his eyes.

Paige stood up from the couch and began walking toward the stairs. After a few steps, she stopped and looked back at him. Her voice was indifferent. “You’ve just arrived in The Capital, and you must be tired. The building in front is prepared for you. I’ll have someone take you there to rest.”

Kevin stood up, glanced at her pale face, and said, “Don’t forget to take your antibiotics. Don’t get so busy that you neglect your health.”

Hearing this, Paige’s attitude softened a bit. “I know. You should exercise more, too.”

Kevin had lost a leg. While he acted like he didn’t mind, it bothered him deeply. He always wore a prosthetic leg, covering it with long pants and shoes to hide the difference. Because of this, he avoided exercise, fearing it would make him feel even more inadequate. But over the past three years, Paige had pushed him to keep exercising.

Kevin disliked working out, but when she kept a close eye on him, he did it. When she didn’t, he slacked off. Over time, though, his body had become stronger, no longer the frail appearance he once had.

Kevin couldn’t help but think about how she had pushed him to exercise. He smiled.

Paige smiled, too. “See, Kevin, we can still communicate.”

Her words were clear: as long as you don’t bad-mouth Enrico, we’ll still be friends.

Kevin understood what she meant. Sighing helplessly, he said, “Go sleep. I’ll rest, too.”

“Mm.”

Paige nodded and headed upstairs.

Kevin watched her as she walked away. She had left him an entire building in the new Rose Estate, while she had placed Enrico in the same house as her. It was clear who was more important.

Kevin smiled bitterly and turned to leave.

…

Paige quietly opened the door to the bedroom, worried that Enrico might already be asleep. She didn’t make a sound as she entered. The room was completely dark.

But in the dim light from outside, she could make out a figure sitting on the floor next to the bed.

Enrico was sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, his legs pulled up, curled into himself, lost in the darkness, thinking who knew what.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Paige asked in surprise, walking over to him.

Enrico suddenly lifted his face. His deep eyes looked directly at her, flashing with questions, dissatisfaction, and hostility-all of it fleeting. Then, he lowered his head again.

“What’s wrong?” Paige pressed lightly on her wound and sat down next to him, mimicking his position by curling her legs up and leaning against the bed.

As soon as she got close, Enrico quickly stood up, climbed onto the bed, and ignored her.

“Why are you upset?” Paige asked softly as she glanced at his figure, now lying on the bed. “Is it because I took your tablet today? Or because I didn’t take you out?”

Enrico rolled over, turning his back to her like an angry child.

Paige looked at his back, remembering what he had said earlier:

“You said you wouldn’t lock me up, but now you’re even monitoring what I do on the tablet. How is this different from being under house arrest?”

And Kevin’s words echoed in her mind: “Don’t you think you’re acting just like the old Enrico? Back then, he forced you when you had no feelings for him. Now, the one forcing things is you.”

House arrest. Forcing.

Paige had never imagined these words would be used to describe her, yet they fit all too well. She had never asked him how willing he was.

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“Enrico, do you really not want to stay with me at all?” she asked, then quickly added, “Don’t answer that. I was just asking.”

If he said yes, what would she do? Send him away?

She had spent three years reuniting with him, and now the thought of sending him away was unbearable.

Paige leaned back, resting her head on the bed, staring into the darkness in front of her.

The sound of the blankets shifting filled her ears.

A face suddenly appeared above her.

Paige was startled.

Enrico was kneeling on the bed, his hands on either side of her, staring down at her. His voice was low and raspy as he said, “Paige, I hate you.”

Their positions-one above, one below-made his face appear upside down to her. She first noticed his loose collar, then his sharp jawline and tightly pressed lips, and finally, his deep eyes.

His breathing was a bit heavy.

“What do you hate about me?” she asked, staring up at his lips.

“You’re nothing like my sister. She was always so…”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not your sister.”

“That’s why I hate you even more!” Enrico gritted his teeth.

She wasn’t his sister. They didn’t even share blood. That meant he had no reason to care about her, yet he felt like a puppet, easily manipulated by her. Every word and action of hers frustrated him, making him feel like he was about to explode.

He didn’t want her to think he was useless. He didn’t want her to push him away for another man. And he definitely didn’t want her to treat him like a child.

But Paige didn’t understand. She thought his words meant she was failing to live up to his expectations of his late sister.

She sat there, gazing at the man above her, seeing the frustration in his eyes. For the first time, she began to question her decision.