The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Late at night.

In the bedroom, Paige sat by the bed reading a book.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her. Her chin was lifted by Enrico, who leaned on the bedpost, looking down at her with water droplets falling from his slightly disheveled wet hair.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

He stared at her for a long time before suddenly bending down to kiss her lips with a forceful demand.

Paige knew she couldn’t avoid it and didn’t try to. She let him do as he pleased. She didn’t respond, but Enrico’s kisses grew more passionate, his breathing heavier.

He took the book from her hand and tossed it to the floor, pushing her down on the bed and continuing to kiss her, his hand pressing against the pillow beside her hair.

The pillow was soft and thick, but he still felt something long and hard underneath.

A knife? A dagger? A poisoned needle? What method did his good father plan to use to kill him, and what was his bedmate planning to use?

Enrico didn’t say anything, continued to kiss her, his lips traveling over her skin, from the corners of her mouth to her jaw, and down to her slender neck.

That night, Enrico was especially wild. Paige felt like every bone in her body had been crushed, leaving her sore and weak. She lay there, not wanting to move.

Enrico thought she might try to strike at him when he was most vulnerable, but she didn’t. What was she waiting for?

Suddenly, Paige struggled to sit up.

“What are you doing?”

“Just tidying up before sleeping.” Paige said, lifting the pillow to retrieve her pen. Then she got off the bed, picked up the book he had thrown, and walked out of the room.

A pen? It was just a pen?

…

Paige put the book and pen away in the study, then tidied her hair and returned to the bedroom.

When she entered the room, the light was still on, but it was empty.

Her phone on the bedside table buzzed, the screen lighting up.

A message from Enrico.

[Enrico: Paige, come downstairs.]

What did he want at this hour? Paige wanted to ignore it, but reluctantly went downstairs.

The lights were off along the way, but Paige didn’t bother turning them on. She felt her way downstairs, crossed the living room, and saw the front door open. In the darkness, there was a faint red glow.

Enrico sat on the steps, a cigarette between his fingers.

The night sky was pitch black, with only a few stars. It was so dark that even the roses on the wall were hard to see.

Paige sat down next to him on the cold steps, looking at her hands. She thought about how she should read more books tomorrow to keep up with her studies since exams were coming up soon. She didn’t want to fail her courses just after choosing her major.

She was deep in thought when Enrico’s low voice sounded in her ear, “My sister told me that the Davis family lived a secluded life, uninterested in worldly affairs. Until rumors spread that the Davis family’s children were exceptionally gifted, with extraordinary intelligence, and that whoever married one of them would achieve great things. Many powerful families and large organizations started vying for the Davis family’s descendants.”

The Davis family-his mother’s family.

Paige didn’t really want to hear about the Gustins’ secrets, but they seemed eager to tell her.

Without waiting for her response, Enrico continued, staring ahead, “The Gustins are a large family. Jeremy had many brothers. To secure his position as heir, he went to great lengths to marry the eldest daughter of the Davis family, my mother, Annie Davis.”

“My mother confessed to Jeremy that the reason the Davis family members were so intelligent was due to a unique genetic makeup. Everyone in the Davis family carried the gene for atypical AS schizophrenia, and high intelligence was one of its manifestations.”

“Jeremy, desperate for the Gustins’ inheritance, ignored everything else and pretended to be deeply in love with my mother. She used her intelligence to help him become the head of the Gustin Group.”

“When my sister was born, my parents were still in love, and everything was going well. But ten years later, after my mother had cleared all obstacles for Jeremy, he changed. He became irritable and demanded a son.”

“My mother started desperately trying to have a son. On the night I was born, Jeremy brought another woman home-my mother’s best friend.”

Enrico’s voice was steady, without much inflection, but his words were shocking, “My mother was deeply affected and had a psychotic break. She started killing people in a delusional state. Jeremy called the police, and they shot her dead on the spot.”

“My sister said that when my mother died, her lower body was soaked in blood. She had suffered postpartum hemorrhaging, and her dress had turned red, just like the brightest roses in the garden.”

Listening to his story, Paige felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

When the cigarette burned out, Enrico crushed it under his foot, extinguishing the last bit of light. “I’ve always believed that Jeremy brought that woman home just to provoke my mother into having a breakdown so he could get rid of her for good.”

Paige sat there, silently listening.

“After my mother died, Jeremy became utterly unrestrained. He married that woman and sent my sister and me here. He instructed the servants to bully and torment us, probably hoping we would die off quickly. That way, Jeremy’s life would be completely untainted.”

Enrico spoke each word deliberately, pointing to the small courtyard before them. “I’ve told you what happened next. My sister died right there, in that spot.”

Paige followed his gaze, almost imagined the snowy night, the young, beautiful girl stood there, ending her tragic life.

“My sister died, and no one cared. I knelt before Jeremy, begging him to cremate and bury her, but he didn’t even look at me. He just walked away.”

Enrico suddenly let out a bitter laugh. “I was nine years old then. I didn’t know how to cremate her. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to distinguish her ashes from the wood ashes. So, I dragged her body all the way to the lake and buried her there.”

Paige glanced at his hands. The stag head tattoo on his thumb didn’t seem so fierce anymore.

“I was so stupid then. I didn’t even take any tools with me. I just used my hands to dig. I dug from morning till night, from dark till dawn.”

Enrico’s voice was hoarse and calm as he raised his hand. “The nails flipped completely back from digging. They were bloody and raw. I told my sister how much it hurt, thinking she would get up and hold me like she always did. But she just lay there, never responding.”

“It’s all in the past,” Paige heard herself say, surprised at her own attempt to comfort him.

“Is it really?” Enrico turned to her, a self-mocking smile on his face. “I can’t get over it. I still remember begging her as I shoveled dirt over her, crying for her to wake up, not to leave me, not to abandon me in this world. But she never woke up, not even when I covered her face with the last handful of dirt.”

With that, his eyes reddened.

Paige looked at him in silence, suddenly understanding why he said he didn’t like it when people left him.

Enrico stared deeply at her, watching as the gentle breeze softly lifted the strands of hair by her cheek. She looked back at him quietly, inexplicably giving him strength.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and pushed her down onto the steps. The steps were cold and angular, making it extremely uncomfortable. He held her tightly, his other hand pressed against the step beside her, trapping her in his embrace.

“Paige, why don’t you kill me?”