The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Blood splattered on the snow, turning it into a field of crimson roses. Bodies lay scattered on the ground. The girl stood amidst the snow, her dress stained red, fluttering in the wind.

“Sis!”

A young boy’s anguished cry pierced the snowy night.

The girl seemed to awaken from a trance. She stared blankly at the bloodied knife in her hand and the corpses around her. Realizing what she had done, she clutched her head and screamed hysterically.

“Sis!”

“I killed them.” The girl trembled violently, then turned to her brother standing at the door. Her eyes were filled with sorrow as she murmured, “Maybe it’s for the best, Enrico. They won’t bully you anymore.”

Snowflakes fell on her shoulders and dress. She looked up at the falling snow and began to laugh softly.

“Enrico, the snow is so beautiful… So beautiful.”

She whispered, then slowly raised the knife to her chest.

“No- Don’t!”

Enrico jolted awake, sitting up in bed. The room was quiet, no snow, just clear skies outside.

It was only a dream.

He breathed heavily, his long fingers tangled in his hair. This nightmare had haunted him for years.

After a moment, he looked down at the person on the bed. Paige lay there with her eyes closed, her face pale beneath her long, dark hair.

Enrico stared at her, then suddenly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, almost greedily inhaling the faint scent on her. He inhaled deeply, and it took him a long time to come out of the dream.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes began to clear. Just as he was about to let her go, he noticed her collar was wrinkled. The already low-cut V-neck now revealed the soft, delicate skin of her chest, marked with a few red spots from the friction.

He reached out and touched it. It was very soft, like jelly.

Enrico stared at her intently, his cock gradually becoming erect.

“Damn it.”

He couldn’t believe he was aroused by a lunatic.

He pushed her away forcefully and sat up. Still not enough, he grabbed Paige’s cheeks and pulled them apart.

Having lived on Wind Island for so long, Paige was highly sensitive and alert. She had woken up the moment he sat up but continued to pretend to be asleep.

She kept pretending.

But he pinched her nose shut.

Paige held on as long as she could, but eventually, she couldn’t breathe and opened her eyes to look at him. “Mmm…”

She didn’t resist, just looked at him, her eyes blank and pure, her long hair splayed like seaweed on the bed.

Her voice was soft.

Enrico’s breath caught, his chest itching from her gaze and voice, making him want to tear off her dress immediately.

He couldn’t take it anymore! He released her abruptly, jumped out of bed, and left the room barefoot without even putting on his slippers.

Paige rubbed her nose, got out of bed, and quietly followed him. She hid behind a large antique vase at the top of the stairs, peeking down.

In the living room, Jaden stood holding a brand-new double-breasted coat.

Enrico spread his arms, his face cold, as Jaden helped him into the coat.

“Several senators spoke out to the media today, accusing you of manipulating the economy and intending to destroy it,” Jaden said quietly, not daring to raise his voice.

“Manipulation is certain, but saying it out loud is their mistake,” Enrico sneered. “Deal with them.”

“Understood,” Jaden nodded. “The president called you just now.”

“Ignore it.”

After a while, Enrico left with Jaden.

Rose Estate was just a small mansion. Enrico didn’t live there.

Soon, new maids arrived, Susan and Olivia. Every day, they watched Paige cautiously, afraid she might suddenly go crazy and do something unexpected. However, Paige remained dull, silent all day, occasionally having fits of laughter in front of the mirror, which gradually eased their vigilance.

Paige decided it was time to leave. It wasn’t that she wanted to escape; she had food, drink, and care here, without staying here, she couldn’t survive. But she needed to find time to leave, to see the world she hadn’t seen in three years, and her three-year absent “family.”

Sitting on the sofa, Paige thought about this.

“Mr. Gustin hasn’t been here for a few days. I wonder if he’ll come today?” Susan asked as she wiped the sofa behind Paige.

Olivia, kneeling on the floor cleaning the floor, replied, “He probably won’t. I heard he’s attending a banquet in the neighboring city today.”

‘If Enrico wasn’t coming back, then it would be easier.’ Paige thought, suddenly stood up from the sofa, starting to bounce and skip around, laughing foolishly after each jump.