The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

He leaned against the wall, lifting his trembling eyelashes as he looked toward the box under the stairs. Slowly, Enrico walked over and, with shaking hands, opened the lid of the box. It was filled with syringes.

Enrico wanted to take one out, but before he could touch it, the overwhelming scent of blood seemed to engulf him. He collapsed to the ground in panic, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

How could there be such a person, who had fed the Gu worms with her own blood for an entire year, just for him?

She had no blood relation to him. Even if she did, his father had been the one who wanted him dead. Why would she do this for him?

What exactly… had he forgotten?

Enrico held his head, his nails digging deep into his scalp. He wanted to chase after the past, to find the missing pieces of his memory from this room full of cages, but nothing came to him.

He couldn’t remember anything!

He could only be awake because Paige had traded her blood and life for it. She didn’t want this version of him-she wanted the man with his full memories.

Sitting on the floor, his body shook violently, his long lashes quivering. His eyes, which slowly reddened, filled with blood. Lost, confused, and bewildered, he became more and more fierce-looking.

The person he was now-nobody expected anything from him.

Nobody wanted him.

The current him had taken advantage of Paige’s kindness. He had indulged in it without restraint.

“Bang.”

It was unclear how much time had passed when he finally curled up and collapsed heavily on the ground. His reddened eyes lost focus as he stared blankly ahead. His face had turned pale, and his body was drained of strength.

…

“Where’s Enrico?” Paige rushed out of the mansion. The sudden pain surging through her body made her stumble. She could even feel the restlessness of the golden Gu inside her, as if it wanted to break free.

Clutching her chest, she staggered forward.

It was Enrico. He wasn’t doing well.

“Miss, are you alright?” Angie and several others ran up to her, looking at her with concern.

“Find Enrico, now! And prepare the herbal medicine!” Paige quickened her pace, only to spot Kevin walking toward her. His shoulders slumped slightly, and when he saw her, his face was expressionless except for the redness in his bloodshot eyes.

Paige stopped in her tracks, looking straight at him, fully understanding what had happened. She approached him, her slender fingers curling into a fist, adopting a defensive posture. Her voice turned icy. “I told you not to provoke him.”

As soon as she spoke, she raised her leg and kicked him mercilessly. Kevin didn’t dodge. He took the hit, his back slamming into a streetlamp, his face pale from the pain, especially as his prosthetic leg hampered his movements.NôvelDrama.Org content.

“Mr. Kevin! Miss!” Angie and the others were stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing.

For three years, Miss Paige and Mr. Kevin had gotten along well, but now, they were at odds.

Leaning against the streetlamp, Kevin looked at her with red eyes. “Paige, I just didn’t want you to suffer so much.”

“Whether or not I suffer isn’t for you to decide,” Paige said coldly. “If you touch him again, we’re through.”

Her tone was decisive, and it weighed heavier than her kick just moments ago.

“I know the kind of life you’ve been living these past three years, and so do they.” Kevin’s eyes reddened as he glanced at Angie and the others. “Ask them-are any of them truly happy seeing you with Enrico? You’re the owner of the Temple in Heaven, but in front of him, you’re as lowly as a believer. How do you think the people under you view that?”

Paige remained silent.

“Paige, wake up! He’s no longer the Enrico from the past!”

At these words, Paige slowly turned her head to look at Angie and the others. They all averted their eyes awkwardly. Angie lowered her gaze, too ashamed to meet Paige’s eyes.

Not a single one of them supported her being with Enrico.

So that’s how it was.

Paige stepped back, her lips pale, a bitter smile creeping onto her face. “Fine, if none of you can stand to see me like this, then go.”

Anyone could leave.

But she couldn’t.

“Miss!” Angie looked at her in shock.

Kevin stared blankly at Paige, leaning against the streetlamp.

“I’ve always known what I was doing, and I’ve always been clear-headed.”

With those words, Paige turned and walked away. But after just a few steps, she froze in place. She raised her eyes abruptly, her pupils contracting. The wind swept past, leaving her world in a deafening silence.

Not far ahead, Enrico stood motionless, his shirt fluttering in the breeze. His deep, dark red eyes stared at her, as if looking at a stranger.

Paige’s heart raced under his gaze. She rushed forward, meeting his eyes.

Just a few short steps, but she ran with urgency, her face pale-whether from anger or injury, she couldn’t tell.

Enrico looked at her as though seeing her for the first time. His gaze traveled over her face, taking in every inch, leaving nothing unnoticed.

After a long silence, he raised his hand and touched her face, his fingers brushing her skin, tracing her features.

Paige shivered under the coldness of his palm. “Enrico, don’t listen to what Kevin said…”

“I’m leaving,” Enrico interrupted, his voice hoarse.

Kevin straightened up in the distance, watching them closely. Angie and the others stood still, afraid to intervene.

Hearing his words, Paige felt her entire world fall into dead silence. Deathly silence.

She struggled to keep her emotions in check, standing tall, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides.

“We agreed on three months. It’s not time yet,” she said.

“Are you planning to imprison me, then?” Enrico’s fingers caressed her face as he asked the question, his tone casual yet piercing.

Paige’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “You know I wouldn’t.”

How could she bear it?

“Then I’m leaving.” Enrico’s raspy voice lingered as his hand slid slowly from her face. His deep-set eyes were filled with a mixture of crimson and unreadable darkness.

Paige stood frozen, her fingers curling tighter. “You owe me a reason.”

“Paige, did I used to call you Paige?” He looked down at her and asked.

Paige’s breath caught in her throat. After a pause, she softly replied, “Yes.”

Enrico didn’t seem surprised by her answer. Instead, a faint, bitter smile tugged at his lips. “Paige, I’m not the one you’re waiting for.”

That was the reason he gave her.

With those words, Enrico brushed past her shoulder and walked away.

“Is it because what I’ve done has become a burden to you?” Paige asked, her eyes lingering on the mansion ahead, where Enrico had just come from-the place filled with medicinal herbs and cages.

She had guessed it. Kevin must have told him everything.

“Have you ever been disappointed with me for bringing you back?” Enrico didn’t answer, instead asking his own question.

“No,” Paige replied without hesitation, turning to watch his tall figure retreat.

Enrico nodded slightly, accepting her answer, but still, he didn’t look back as he continued walking away.