The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Yes, that look.

Back then, he looked at Paige in the same way-utter disbelief.

Rachel’s hand gently brushed over his shoulder, slowly moving toward his collar. “Yes, I can do anything for you.”

He sat there, upright, his collar covering his collarbones, revealing only his prominent Adam’s apple. The curve of his jawline was seductively enticing, as if it were deliberately drawing her in.

Rachel had never been this close to Enrico before, and it confirmed for her that the terms she offered had finally moved him.

He was finally tempted.

She had waited years for this moment.

Rachel’s eyes welled up as she reached out with her fingers, about to touch his neck, but suddenly, pain shot through her wrist.

Enrico grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away, his gaze cold and distant.

“You’re hurting me.”

Rachel flinched, her face paling from the pain. “You don’t want me to do this? Or is it Paige you want? If she wanted to kill Jeremy for you, she would have done it long ago. Why wait until now?”

“…”

Enrico’s eyes hardened.

“Paige doesn’t love you. She’s been using you all along. Why would she kill for you?” Rachel spoke, her voice laced with pain.

“Terms,” Enrico said flatly, his tone unwavering.

Rachel’s heart surged with joy at his words, though she tried to remain composed. “I only want to help you. I never intended to trade anything…”

“You want to be my woman,” Enrico bluntly exposed her true intentions.

Paige had once told him that even if she didn’t say it outright, he could see through people’s desires from all the dramas he had watched.

Rachel, raised in a noble family, blushed faintly at his straightforward words, her eyes dropping in embarrassment.

After a long pause, as if making a decision, she lifted her gaze and met his deep eyes, finally confessing her long-held feelings. “Yes, I like you. I’ve always liked you. Like a woman loves a man.”

“…”

Enrico gripped her wrist tightly, his eyes still locked on hers.

“I’ve loved you ever since you first stepped into The Gustin family’s villa. I’ve kept these feelings hidden for so long, I didn’t even dare to say them out loud.”

Rachel’s voice trembled as she looked at the man she had yearned for, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s been five years. I’ve loved you for five years.”

Enrico listened to her confession, his gaze flickering, though it was hard to discern his emotions.

“My love for you is deeper than Paige’s. She’s just a fugitive from the slums, using you as her shield.”

Rachel grew agitated as she spoke, “Only I am willing to kill for you. Whatever you want to do, I can do it.”

“I don’t like Leah either,” Enrico added coldly.

“Then I can kill her too,” Rachel responded without hesitation, a glint of crazed obsession flashing in her eyes.

“She’s your mother,” Enrico’s eyes widened, shocked by her audacity.

But she dared.

“They’re just adoptive parents,” Rachel said without a moment’s hesitation, her eyes unwavering as she looked at the man in front of her. “I can give you my parents’ lives. I can give you Artisans. Whatever you want, I’m willing to give it all to you.”

She was the one who truly loved him in this world. Paige was nothing.

“…”

Enrico studied her closely, holding her wrist, searching her eyes. There was a clear madness in them, but no trace of a lie.

She was truly prepared to kill her own adoptive parents for him.

Still, he gave her no clear answer, and Rachel, desperate, squatted beside him. With one hand still in his grip, she laid her head lovingly on his lap. “I don’t expect you to accept me right away, but please, give me a chance, okay?”

Her voice broke with emotion, humbling herself to the core.

Paige sat in the car, watching coldly. Kevin once told her she was like a devotee in front of Enrico. He should see this-this was what devotion truly looked like.

She glanced at Enrico, who hadn’t pushed Rachel away, and her heart stopped.

She heard Enrico ask Rachel, “Is that all?”

“…”

Paige’s heart sank as she listened, her whole body growing cold, trembling with chill.

She knew Enrico was tempted.

She couldn’t blame him. He had no memories of her, only of his burning hatred.

Jeremy’s name haunted him like a nightmare. He longed so deeply to escape it that even if the devil offered him a way out, he would take it without hesitation.

Rachel lay on his lap, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “Please, don’t see Paige anymore, okay?”

Without Paige, Enrico would surely fall in love with her.

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That wasn’t even a condition.

Enrico had already planned to leave her.

Paige sat in the car, watching for a long time. Enrico finally pulled Rachel off him, stood up, and said, “I’m going to the restroom.”

“Alright,” Rachel assumed he needed time to think and didn’t object.

Enrico wasn’t about to deal with her just yet, otherwise, he wouldn’t have listened to her for so long.

After he left, Rachel wiped away her tears and smiled, confident that victory was within her grasp.

“Bang!”

Paige slammed the tablet against the dashboard, pushed open the car door, and stepped out, utterly frustrated.

For a brief moment, she considered rushing in, beating Rachel, and taking Enrico away.

But…

But what right did she have to demand that Enrico choose her? The allure of revenge was too strong. Even she wasn’t sure she could resist it.

When Angie returned, she found Paige crouching by the car, curled up, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she were freezing. Her pale face was emotionless, her eyes fixed blankly on a few scattered leaves.

Angie had never seen Paige like this before and panicked. She hurried over and crouched beside her. “Miss, are you okay?”

What had Mr. Gustin and Rachel discussed?

“Angie,” Paige called her name softly, her voice weak and trembling, “What should I do? I think I’m losing him.”

Such helplessness.

“Miss…”

“I never expected him to be my safe harbor, but he guided me through so much peace. Now, I’ve docked, and the harbor is being dismantled.”

Paige stared blankly ahead, then let out a low, trembling laugh. “What should I do, Angie? What should I do?”

The harbor is being torn down.

And this time, it’s really happening.

Her phone began to vibrate, buzzing non-stop.

Paige pulled out her phone, an unfamiliar landline number flashing on the screen. She was about to hang up but hesitated, her heart pounding.

She answered the call, clinging to a faint, desperate hope, and spoke cautiously, “Hello?”

Had he memorized her number?

Was it him?

“Paige.” Enrico’s deep voice resonated through the phone, shaking her to the core.

Hearing his voice, Paige’s tears fell, and her vision blurred with tears.

Finding a glimmer of light in the depths of despair-it was nothing short of that.