The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Paige glanced at him, then at the cigarette burning steadily, and without hesitation, she reached out to take it and bring it to her lips.

But suddenly, Enrico snatched the cigarette away and tossed it off the balcony. With one hand cradling the back of her head, he leaned down and kissed her forcefully, pushing the smoke into her mouth.

The strong taste of tobacco flooded her senses.

Paige choked, feeling uncomfortable as she swallowed the smoke.

Enrico bit her lip and smirked, “Still want to smoke? I disagree.”

So he was just toying with her.

Paige stared at him in silence, then looked away, continuing to gaze ahead. She didn’t even have the energy to argue with him.

Seeing her ignoring him, Enrico lifted his hand and turned her wheelchair forcefully, making her face him. He placed his hands on the armrests on either side of her, leaning in closer. “If you’re really in pain, I have a way to make you forget it temporarily.”

“What way?” Paige asked.

“Make love to me,” Enrico stared at her.

“Does this count as repaying a favor?” she asked. She couldn’t afford to owe anymore. A debt was a debt.

“Whether you repay it or not, you belong to me. You can’t escape. But if you insist on thinking like that, so be it,” Enrico said, staring at her.

“Okay,” she agreed without hesitation.

Her sudden agreement stunned Enrico. He stared at her blankly, thinking he must have misheard. “What did you say?”

“I said okay.”

Suddenly, he lifted her from the wheelchair.

She didn’t resist, letting him carry her inside.

Until he laid her down on the bed, she didn’t struggle. She silently stared at the man above her, who blocked most of the light, his gaze intense and dark as he looked down at her, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing.

There was no sound in the room. He just stared at her, his gaze as if wanting to see through her.

After a while, he lowered his head again and asked, “You won’t cause trouble this time, right? No excuses? No poison?”

Paige didn’t expect herself to agree, yet he hesitated. She lay there, took a deep breath, and calmly asked, “Can you really help me forget? What if I still get distracted?”

Hearing this, Enrico’s face darkened. “Are you questioning my ability?”

“I’m just asking,” Paige replied calmly.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Enrico glared at her and kissed her lips directly, and his hands cupped her full breasts…

…

Paige finally believed Enrico’s words. It turned out that no matter what kind of pain she was in, she could forget it in moments like these…

In the bathroom.

The steam filled the entire space, misting the glass and blurring her vision. She might have forgotten for a moment, but as the water cascaded over her, she couldn’t shake the image of Susan being crushed under the car. It was so vivid, as if it had just happened.

She turned up the water, desperately trying to wash everything away, but it was no use. Turning off the shower, she slumped against the glass, staring blankly at the water on the floor. After a long while, she got up, put on her pajamas, and walked out.

“Have they found Kathy?” she asked.

Enrico glanced at his phone, reading the message from Jaden. “Bryan’s taken her in,” he replied coldly.

This wasn’t a surprising answer.

“Bryan’s got guts, taking them in despite the current situation,” Enrico said.

“Bryan is just a pampered man. He’s not very shrewd, simple-minded, and gentle by nature. Molly can easily manipulate him with a few tears,” Paige said indifferently. “Though he’s only the third in line and might not inherit much, he’s old Mrs. Smith’s favorite. If he pleads with his grandmother, she’ll naturally help him take in the Clarkes.”

As she spoke, she didn’t notice Enrico’s face growing darker. He suddenly grabbed her chin, glaring at her coldly. “You know him that well? Say one more good thing about him, and I’ll rip his head off and use it as a football.”

Paige replied, exasperated, “Anyone siding with the Clarkes is my enemy.”

Enrico released his grip. “Don’t mention other men’s names in front of me again.”

Paige had nothing to say to that.

Enrico’s phone buzzed again. He looked at the message and scoffed, “Is Bryan out of his mind? He’s actually marrying Malik’s daughter.”

“Marrying?” Paige was startled. She got up from the bed to look. The message from Jaden on Enrico’s phone read:

[Jaden: Latest news, Molly has convinced Bryan to secretly marry her. The ceremony is happening today.]

Molly was determined to drag the Smiths into this. Once they were married, Molly would make it public, and the Smiths would be forced to support them.

A plan formed in Paige’s mind. She moved to the edge of the bed, slipped on her shoes, and stood up. Her legs were still sore, but she could manage.

“Where are you going?” Enrico asked.

Paige took a black dress from the wardrobe and said, “I’m arranging Susan’s funeral. I’ve already picked the location.”

Enrico, lying on the bed with his head propped up, understood immediately. “I’ll have someone go with you.”

“Alright,”

At this moment, at Silversage Villa, where old Mrs. Smith resides, the notary had already been invited inside. Bryan, dressed in a formal white suit, stood in the garden, staring at the fishes in the pond below, frowning. His thoughts were a mess. His grandmother, elderly and unaware of the outside world’s situation, was being coaxed by Molly to officiate their wedding.

He knew that rumors about the Clarkes were rampant outside, with truth and lies intertwined and hard to distinguish. He hadn’t wanted to get married at this time, but Molly had cried all night in front of him, accusing him of abandoning her and threatening to kill herself. Three years ago, when Paige suddenly disappeared, Molly had been the one to support him through his darkest times, even giving him her first time. She was only eighteen then. He felt responsible for her and never intended to let down such a good girl, but now… he was truly hesitant.

“Bryan!”

At the other end of the pond, Molly stood in a white wedding dress, clutching her stomach, her face pale. Bryan walked over to her and supported her. “If you’re not feeling well, you should rest inside.” He thought Molly had become so fragile because she was devastated by Malik’s arrest, unaware of what had transpired in the past few days.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Molly looked at him with tear-filled eyes. “When we were in school, Paige told you I would propose to you. Now you think I’m full of schemes, don’t you?”

“I’m not,” Bryan said, looking at her helplessly.

“Yes, you do. Paige saw us together and couldn’t stand it, so she desperately sought revenge on my family, and you’re letting her influence you.” Molly had been deceiving Bryan all along, making him believe that everything Paige did to their family was out of jealousy over Bryan. Therefore, Bryan, out of guilt, should give her a home, a safe haven.

“I just find it strange. Would Paige really go to such lengths to retaliate because of me?”

Bryan couldn’t understand. He remembered that Paige hadn’t agreed to be with him back then. How could her love have turned so extreme suddenly?

“Of course she would.” Molly leaned against his chest, enduring the pain in her stomach, sobbing. “Bryan, you have no idea how exceptional you are. Paige hated me for taking you away and wanted to destroy my family. My family is already broken, and if you don’t marry me, then I… then I…”

Molly doubled over in pain. Bryan quickly held her, “Alright, alright. If you’re not feeling well, don’t speak. I’m not having second thoughts. The notary is already here, and the ceremony is about to start. Are you still worried I’ll run away?” As he comforted her, he carried her inside.

Molly leaned against him, her mind filled with mixed emotions. They had originally been instructed by a mysterious person to kill Paige to protect the Clarkes. But when Kathy failed to kill Paige, the mysterious person disappeared.

She knew that the only way to barely protect herself and her mother now was through Bryan. Given Bryan’s parents’ shrewdness, they would never let her into the family. So she targeted his grandmother. Getting married in front of this elder, and the Smiths couldn’t deny it.

Once the marriage was notarized and the ceremony held, the Smiths would be publicly tied to the Clarkes and would have no choice but to protect them. This wedding ceremony was far too simple, nothing like what she had dreamed of. But right now, it was her only lifeline.