The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico gradually came to his senses, reaching out to stroke her face. His fingers pressed firmly against her soft lips, his voice husky and suggestive in the darkness, “I need something, I want to make love to you.”

Paige looked at him in silence.

“I’m on my period. If you’re frustrated, I’ll get you some cigarettes.”

Her hand rested on his solid chest, feeling his heart pounding violently.

“Mm.” Enrico nodded, not refusing, but biting her lips fiercely before letting go.

Paige got off the bed, took a pack of cigarettes and a box of long matches from the cabinet, and turned on the bedside lamp.

When she turned back, Enrico was already sitting on the sofa chair by the wall, his expression somewhat dark.

Paige placed the cigarettes on the small round table next to him and sat back on the bed.

Enrico opened the cigarette box, took one and held it between his lips, then picked up the matchbox, flicking his fingertip to ignite a match with a snap.

There was a soft “whoosh.” A small flame ignited at his fingertip.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Paige sat on the edge of the bed watching him. It had to be said, that move was quite cool.

Enrico took a deep drag of the cigarette, the nicotine momentarily easing his restlessness.

“First day at school, two hours of classes, and the rest of the time spent in the Law School library?” Enrico took the cigarette out of his mouth, looked up at her with intense eyes.

Paige nodded. He knew exactly what she was up to at school. Naturally, she couldn’t hide this from him.

“Amend A country’s laws, rebuild the slums?” Enrico mocked, curling his lips. “How foolishly ambitious.”

Seeking revenge on the Clarkes father and daughter, establishing herself, and rebuilding the slums-these were all things Paige wanted to accomplish.

She pursed her lips. “Just because I can’t do it now doesn’t mean I won’t be able to in the future.”

“Suit yourself,” Enrico shrugged indifferently. “When I need you, just put all this nonsense aside.”

He had his own business to attend to most of the time. If he didn’t need her, she could pursue her dreams and do her own thing.

Paige didn’t like talking about herself with Enrico, so she changed the subject. “Did you just have a nightmare?” She thought Enrico wouldn’t like discussing private matters either; he would get angry, walk away, and she could finally get some sleep.

But instead, he glanced at her and said in a deep voice, “Yeah, dreamt of my sister’s suicide again.”

She hadn’t really wanted to have a heart-to-heart with him. Paige suddenly wanted to end the conversation, but found it hard to stop, so she continued, “You were very close with your sister? So close that even after all these years since her death, you still miss her and want to find a replacement.”

Hearing this, Enrico mocked, curling his lips and looking towards the door, “In Rose Estate, I’ve been slapped, hung from a ceiling fan, dunked in a toilet, had my leg broken… but I still prefer being here. My sister raised me here until I was nine.”

Paige sat on the edge of the bed, frowning, his childhood was really rough…

Just as she was thinking of ending the topic, he suddenly pulled her towards him, seating her on his lap.

Enrico stared deeply into her face, then abruptly removed his cigarette. “Want to taste it?”

Paige expected no goodwill from him, but just as she was about to refuse, Enrico tossed the cigarette aside and kissed her passionately.

He transferred all the smoke into her mouth. The taste of tobacco filled her mouth instantly, making her want to cough, but her lips were tightly sealed by him. His tongue boldly pushed in, carrying a hint of bitter smoke.

She kept trying to retreat, but no matter how she moved, she was always in his embrace, under his control. She was kissed until she felt numb all over.

As the kiss continued, things got more and more out of control.

Her loose collar kept sliding down until it reached her arm, and he tightly grasped her fair, round shoulder.

She tried to push him away, pushed against his protruding collarbone, and was shocked by the burning heat. Seeing the situation was getting out of control, Paige hurriedly said, “I’m on my period.”

At her words, Enrico glared at her fiercely, but ultimately let her go, he buried his head in her neck, breathing heavily, “I’m leaving the country tomorrow. I’ll be back in a week. By then, you better be obediently lying under me.”

‘Going abroad. Finally going abroad.’ Paige thought to herself, even though she had already seen his itinerary and was well aware of his plans for the next two weeks. But she still acted surprised and asked, “You’re leaving the country?”

“Yeah, thinking of running away?”

“I can’t escape.”

Enrico touched her ear softly and spoke in a threatening tone, “Behave yourself. You know I don’t want to deal with you.”

…

The next morning, Paige walked downstairs with her backpack, heading straight towards the kitchen.

“Paige, come here,” Enrico called out without looking up from the document in his hand.

“What’s up?” Enrico continued to scroll on his phone as Jaden stood nearby, handing her a new phone.

“Miss, this is your new phone,” Jaden said. Paige took it, noticing the brand and hesitated briefly, then turned the phone over.

Sure enough, it was covered in pink diamonds. It was from one of the most expensive brands in the world, top-notch performance, speed, and security systems, and of course, expertly encrusted with diamonds. Each phone was worth a fortune.

“Mr. Gustin, this is too valuable. I’m fine with a regular phone,” Paige said, holding it uncertainly.

Enrico signed the document with a pen, closed it, and looked up at her. “Being with me means you’re anything but ordinary.”

Paige stood there, feeling somewhat helpless with the phone.

“I know you’ve been hiding a phone in a wooden box. You’re not allowed to use it anymore; use this one,” Enrico said sternly, “And remember, only my name should be stored in that phone. I don’t want to see any other names.”

Paige sighed inwardly. This wasn’t just a phone for her; it was a leash around her neck, owned by him. She pocketed the phone. “Okay, I understand.”

Enrico gestured for her to come closer. Paige sat next to him, and he immediately wrapped his arm around her shoulders, speaking in a low, serious tone. “While I’m away this week, come straight back after school. No wandering around.”

“Okay,” Paige nodded.

“And, call me three times a day,” he instructed.

Paige looked at him puzzled. “Why?”

Enrico’s gaze turned cold. “Whether answer or not is my concern. But if you don’t call… it becomes your problem.”

Paige was annoyed but nodded. “Alright, I got it. I’m going to be late for class; I’ll grab something to eat on the way.”

“Okay,” Enrico agreed.

As Paige started to stand up, Enrico grabbed her hand forcefully, pulling her back. He pulled her closer, tilted her head, and kissed her neck deeply, leaving a prominent red mark.

“Not again…” Paige thought resignedly, knowing there was no escaping this. She decided not to resist.

“This is too much trouble,” Enrico’s fingers traced the red mark on her neck, his voice low and intense. “When I get back, I’ll tattoo my name on your neck. That way, everyone will know you belong to me.”

Paige sighed inwardly. He really did treat her like his pet.

…

On the way, she instructed the driver to stop and bought a phone case from a roadside shop. These cases were hard to find, and Paige had to trim it herself to fit snugly around her diamond-studded phone. Every single diamond on it was crucial; she couldn’t afford to lose any of them.

While she DIYed her phone case, a news broadcast on a hanging TV caught her eye. There, she saw Malik’s face.

“Senator Malik’s campus tour speech, next stop-Capital University, discussing the future of Nation A with university students,” the TV announced.

It was scheduled for four days later. Paige arranged for Enrico to drop her off at the university. She wanted to familiarize herself with Nation A’s laws and, more importantly, she was waiting for Malik’s speech in four days’ time.

After dealing with the Clarkes, she would have to leave this place. Capital University would be the final battlefield with the Clarke father and daughter!

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