The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico held her close, feeding her porridge while continuing, “She was more fragile than you.”

“When I was born, my mother died, and my father remarried, sending my sister and me here. She was twelve years older than me, gentle and quiet, enduring the bullying of the estate’s servants, raising me. I grew accustomed to days of hunger and cold.”

“When I was nine, I was beaten by a servant almost to the point of disability. She finally snapped and fell ill. She killed all the servants in the estate, and then herself.” There was a hint of a bloodthirsty tone in his voice. “Since then, no one dared to bully me again, and no one cared for me either.”

Paige listened quietly. His sister protected him until her death… She used her death to tell him that enduring silently was useless. Besides being ruthless, he had no other way to survive.

No wonder he was so absorbed in this painting. He saw his sister’s shadow in it.

This was something she didn’t know. When she painted, she only thought of her three years in the slums. Unexpectedly, it resonated with his experiences.

“Since then, I’ve treated this world as a game. I want to be the king of this game, and I want everyone to follow my rules.”

“People say I’m ruthless and insane, and they’re not wrong. I am like that. Whoever stands in my way, I destroy them. Whoever blocks my path, I eliminate them, even if that person is my own father.”

Enrico spoke with the cruelest words, yet his actions remained gentle as he continued spoon-feeding her porridge.

Childhood can easily affect a person’s entire life. Paige was a little emotional, she suddenly realized, why is he telling her these things?

Just as she pondered, he lifted her chin, staring into her eyes, “Do you know why I’m telling you this?”

Paige’s heart raced. She didn’t want to know his secrets…

Enrico brushed aside a strand of hair from her forehead, his fingertip grazing her delicate skin. “Little one, welcome to my game world.” His eyes gleamed with almost manic excitement.

“Those who enter my world must abide by one rule-it’s simple: you belong to me.”

Enrico’s finger rested on her cheek, his handsome face inching closer to hers, planting an icy kiss on her forehead.

Paige’s heart pounded in fear.

His childhood was truly tragic, and he was a real pervert.

“Remember this well,” Enrico’s tone was like coaxing a small pet, yet every word dripped with cruelty, “if you forget, the consequences will be dire.”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Paige felt utterly speechless. It seemed he no longer saw her as a substitute. What interest did he have in someone as mentally ill as her?

…

At night, Enrico left and took the painting “First Snow Maiden” with him, not hanging it at Rose Estate. After getting up from bed, Paige went to the study and opened the computer to search for today’s headlines. She suspected there would be scandalous news about Malik and Molly buying the painting, but there was nothing. Except for the announcement from the organizers that “First Snow Maiden” had won the Obsidian Award and sold for a record-breaking $100 million, there was no other news.

What was going on? Did Malik bribe the organizers? But she remembered the organizers were reputable and unlikely involved in any shady dealings.

Paige contacted Kevin, who had already anticipated her questions and sent her two photos. One showed her getting out of the car in front of the art museum with Enrico’s arm around her back; the other depicted Enrico looking at Molly affectionately, with Molly holding his arm and gazing at him lovingly, her face flushed red.

[Kevin: A reporter sneaked into the museum and managed to capture the second photo before being kicked out. Now, all media outlets believe Molly is Enrico’s woman and dare not expose her details.]

Paige looked at this message, speechless about the misunderstanding. Reporters weren’t allowed full access to the museum, and the competition’s proceedings were recorded and released solely by the organizers. Those reporters couldn’t have seen clearly what Enrico’s companion looked like. Molly wore black-gray that day, just like Paige.

These presumptuous media had mistakenly thought Molly was Enrico’s woman and were now keeping silent.

Paige took a big sip of milk and pressed her head. Enrico was indeed a stumbling block on her path to revenge. Such a good opportunity, she could have ruined the Clarkes’ reputation, but now she had failed.

Suddenly, Paige remembered that Enrico hated pretentious women the most. Perhaps she could use this to her advantage and let the Clarkes self-destruct.

Paige straightened up and opened an program on the computer. Once, Jaden had an urgent business to attend to and didn’t bring his computer, so he logged in here.. She logged into his office account following his traces.

Jaden had significant permissions. She easily accessed the Gustin Group’s secretary department and found Enrico’s schedule. She recalled hearing Jaden on the phone, instructing someone to cancel the visit from Miss Clarke who looked around for donations. Besides Molly, she couldn’t think of anyone else who would do this. Molly was seeking donations from wealthy elites as a way to climb the social ladder.

Since Molly was intent on impressing Enrico, Paige decided to help her out. She swiftly manipulated to add an appointment for Enrico to meet Molly tomorrow.

The secretary department would not dare defy Jaden’s orders, especially since Jaden would be out of town and unaware of this arrangement.

‘Molly, I’ve just delivered you right into the hands of the man you want. You better make the most of it,’ Paige thought to herself.

…

The Clarke family’s villa.

Ever since returning from the art museum, Molly had been feeling guilty for several days. Later, she found out through inquiries that the media had mistaken her for Enrico’s woman and dared not speak up.

She secretly rejoiced as she sat in her room doing a live broadcast.

“Thank you everyone for the gifts. I will donate all the gifts to impoverished areas. Thank you. I’m not doing this live broadcast for money; I just want to do something for the elderly and children in impoverished areas with my own abilities.”

After she finished speaking, the chat room was filled with compliments about her beauty and kindness, likening her to an angel.

Molly smiled and thanked them, then suddenly her phone buzzed. She took off her headphones, turned off the live broadcast sound, and answered the call, “Hello?”

“Is this Miss Clarke? This is from the Gustin Group’s Secretary Department.”

Upon hearing this, Molly was startled. Were they coming to her about the media’s misunderstanding?

Her face turned pale with nervousness. “Yes, it’s me. What’s the matter?”

“Well, Mr. Gustin will visit a private estate this afternoon at 2 o’clock. Would you be available to discuss donation matters with him?”

“Yes, I’m available,” Molly hurriedly replied.

After hanging up, she quickly ended the live broadcast, rushed downstairs, and instructed the maid, “Quick, help me arrange an appointment for a spa, makeup artist, and stylist!”

Kathy was sitting in the living room arranging a pot of flowers. Upon hearing Molly’s request, she looked up, “What’s going on?”

“Enrico has invited me!” Molly exclaimed excitedly to Kathy. “Mom, he’s invited me to meet this afternoon! He said he wants to discuss donations with me! I need to meet him in my best condition.”

“But didn’t he refuse you before? Why would he suddenly invite you again?” Kathy looked at her with some surprise, “Is it possible that causing trouble for you due to a misunderstanding at the art museum?”