The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Outside, the flames roared high, screams filled the air, and gunfire echoed. Yet, all Paige could see were Enrico’s dark eyes as he kissed her, ignoring the taste of blood in her mouth.

Suddenly, a voice shouted in joy, “The police are here! The police have arrived!”

Reinforcements had finally come.

Paige’s body relaxed as her vision began to blur, her eyelids growing heavy. She lay there, like a puppet, letting the man kiss her without resistance.

Suddenly, her body lifted from the ground.

Enrico picked her up and began walking down the stone bridge. She leaned against his chest, afraid to close her eyes, fearing she might never wake again.

Enrico glanced down at her and said in a deep voice, “Yes, just like that. As long as you hold on, I can keep you alive.”

Those words sounded so familiar. He had said them to her before. She had been in his arms, wounded and broken more than once.

But this time, his hands trembled more than ever, and his eyes were filled with fear.

“I won’t die…” Paige murmured weakly, leaning into his chest and listening to his heavy heartbeat. “I will stay by your side, alive and well.”

Her Enrico would no longer be alone in the days to come.

At her words, Enrico’s steps faltered. “You’d better. If you dare die, I’ll chase you down to the underworld.”

“…”

The Enrico who always spoke of death and injury was finally back.

Paige said nothing, quietly leaning into him.

Enrico held her tightly, walking through the flames. In the distance, sirens wailed as a large force of reinforcements surged into River Town. But the battle was already nearing its end.

From the houses along the street, cautious residents peeked out, watching the scene unfold. When they saw the blood-soaked woman in Enrico’s arms, their eyes widened in shock.

Someone, holding a child, rushed out from a doorway and knelt in front of Enrico, crying uncontrollably.

One by one, more people poured out of their homes, kneeling by the roadside, weeping with gratitude for their rescue.

Soon, the streets were lined with kneeling people.

Even the injured members of Temple in Heaven limped over, stunned by the scene before them, their hearts filled with sorrow.

“She’s not dead,” Enrico growled, glaring at them. “Anyone who wails another word, and I’ll kill them.”

At this, everyone froze, staring at the bloodstained man, unsure whether he was a demon or a savior. An unsettling aura radiated from him, making everyone uneasy.

The crying slowly stopped.

Paige murmured something from Enrico’s arms.

Enrico lifted his gaze toward the members of Temple in Heaven and ordered coldly, “Gather the survivors, treat the wounded, and collect the bodies of the fallen.”

“Yes,” they replied in unison.

With that, Enrico continued to walk forward with Paige in his arms, step by step, toward the flames.

…

Paige had been hanging on by a thread, but when a tranquilizer was administered, she finally succumbed to sleep.

When she woke again, the smell of smoke and blood was gone, replaced by the strong scent of disinfectant.

The sky was bright.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the white walls in a way that made everything seem overwhelmingly beautiful, as though the world’s goodness had returned.

Paige stared blankly at the scene. Above her, a half-empty IV bag dripped into her veins. She moved her fingers and felt something under the blanket.

It was a painkiller.

No wonder she didn’t feel any pain.

Was this… a hospital?

Paige’s mind was sluggish as she pieced things together. After a while, the horrors of River Town came flooding back to her: the endless night, the flames, the bodies strewn everywhere, the children taken hostage, Rey and Bobby shot dead underwater, and Enrico releasing the Golden Bee to save her…

She remembered everything.

Paige’s lips trembled as she struggled to sit up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A cold voice suddenly broke the silence.

Paige lowered her gaze to see Enrico standing at the foot of the bed. He had changed into clean clothes, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his dark red eyes fixed on her. His sharp features were lined with anger. “Move one more inch, and I’ll tie you to the bed!”

“…”

This man…

Paige quietly looked at him, realizing it had been a while since she’d seen this side of Enrico. She almost didn’t recognize him.

Enrico walked over from the foot of the bed, stopping at her side. He bent down and gently adjusted her pillow, urging her to lie back.

Though his face was dark with anger, his movements were incredibly tender.

Looking at the man before her, Paige couldn’t help but ask, “Are you better now?”

The first thing she said after waking up wasn’t about her own injuries, nor did she ask how the members of Temple in Heaven were doing. Instead, she asked about him.

Enrico stared at her pale face, something tightening in his chest, an itch he couldn’t shake.

His expression softened slightly as he sat down next to her bed. “I got better just in time. You almost drove me mad again.”

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“…”

Paige remained silent, quietly observing his handsome face. It was the same face, yet it felt so different now.

It didn’t matter. As long as he was clear-headed, as long as he was well, nothing else mattered.

She hadn’t expected the Golden Bee to only remain inside him for two months. And it hadn’t caused him to relapse upon removal. It was truly a blessing.

As she thought this, Paige’s hand slipped out from under the blanket, hooking around his pinky.

Enrico glanced down at her hand.

Such a small, delicate hand, attached to an IV, bandaged with medical tape. And yet it still reached for him, gently hooking onto his finger.

“Still daring to move?” Enrico looked at her sternly.

“How long have I been asleep? What’s the situation in River Town?” Paige asked, her weak voice filled with urgency.

“You’ve only been asking about me for two minutes, and now you want to know about others?”

Enrico’s cold gaze bore into her, his expression darkening again.

“…”

He was sitting right here beside her, clearly fine. Knowing he was okay, of course she was worried about the people of Temple in Heaven.

Paige wanted to explain, but Enrico cut her off, his voice low and dangerous. “Keep asking about me. When I’m satisfied, I’ll tell you about River Town.”

Domineering and unreasonable as ever.

What more could she ask him?

Paige thought for a moment and looked at him. “Do you feel any discomfort now? Any hallucinations?”

She was still worried about his condition. She didn’t know if this AS schizophrenia gene had been truly cured.

“I don’t want to hear about that,” Enrico frowned.

“Then what do you want to hear?” Paige asked.

Enrico looked at the way her small hand was gently hooking his pinky. His long lashes lifted as his eyes darkened. “You’ve always wanted to stay away from me. When I let you go, you left. So why did you come back?”

“…”

Paige froze for a moment before realizing he was continuing a conversation from three years ago.

Back then, he had known he was about to relapse and had found an excuse to send her away. She had agreed to leave immediately, which had upset him. He had accused her of not loving him, being difficult and contradictory as always.