The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“…”

Enrico lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly.

“That year I was three, and you were nine, right?” Emery reminisced. “I remember pleading with our father, telling him you were pitiful and that he should help you. But instead, he slapped me.”

“…”

Paige looked at him. So, he was already 22 years old. He looked much younger, with an innocent face, though his words carried a sinister tone.

“When you broke into the house, I thought, ‘You’ve finally endured all the suffering, Enrico. You’re amazing.'”

That year, Enrico walked into the Gustin Group estate, gun in hand, dressed in black, with murder in his eyes. Rachel sat downstairs on the couch, while Emery crouched by the railing upstairs, watching as Enrico stepped into the hall, unstoppable.

It was the first time Emery admired someone – his brother, Enrico.

Emery slowly stood up from the ground, just like a child growing up. His clear eyes fixed on Enrico. “I spent four days and nights building a toy aircraft carrier. I wanted to congratulate you, but do you remember? You told me to get lost.”

“…”

“And you didn’t even say it to my face – you said it through a door. I couldn’t even see you. That aircraft carrier? It was thrown away.”

Emery smiled bitterly, his eyes full of sadness.

Suddenly, he moved closer to Enrico, his pupils narrowing. “Enrico, do you know how cold it is inside a refrigerated truck? There were whole, bloody pigs and sheep hanging there. I huddled in a corner, watching the head of a dead sheep sway in front of me.”

“…”

Enrico silently looked at him.

“I was scared, but I told the kidnappers that I had an all-powerful brother named Enrico. I told them we were brothers, and that you would definitely come to save me. But even when they chopped off my finger, you never came.”

“…”

“Enrico, I was so sad. I admired you so much, yet in your eyes, I was nothing.”

As he spoke, Emery smiled, a pure, childlike smile that could have belonged to a younger brother next door. But in this context, with so many guns aimed at them, that smile felt incredibly eerie.

“…”

Paige silently watched him, frowning.

Emery kept smiling, genuinely happy, but Enrico remained unmoved, looking at him as if he were a stranger.

Seeing this, Emery’s smile faltered. Something twisted inside him, and he suddenly grabbed Enrico’s shirt, his breathing heavy. “Why are you still looking at me like that? You’re in my hands now! You can’t even escape River Town!”

Even that previously cute expression now turned sinister.

“Then how do you want me to look at you?” Enrico asked coldly.

Hearing that, Emery’s smile returned, as if he had just received a compliment. He let go of Enrico and grinned. “Enrico, that’s the longest sentence you’ve ever said to me.”

“…”

Paige was silent. She knew Enrico had an AS schizophrenia gene, but it seemed that his siblings were the true cases of pathology-one capable of turning a sick Enrico into a puppet, the other seeking revenge by joining forces with rival families.

“So I just need to be powerful for you to finally see me, right?”

As Emery spoke, he moved between Enrico and Paige, resting his hands on the backs of their chairs. Looking down at Paige, he tilted his head and smiled innocently. “Paige, do you think I’m powerful now?”

“Powerful? You nearly caused chaos in Country A. How could you not be?” Paige replied sarcastically.

Emery, acting as if he didn’t understand her tone, simply said, “Right? After escaping from the kidnappers, I was sent abroad. There, I encountered the Folsom family. I snuck back into the country, and before I knew it, I had driven Enrico insane.”

He sounded proud.

Unable to bear it any longer, Enrico stood up from the table, frowning. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Sure.” Emery responded without hesitation. As he leaned against the table, a gun appeared in his hand, aimed at Paige.

“…”

Enrico glanced at Paige, who simply smirked in response.

Seeing this, Enrico walked away. His steps were unsteady, likely due to the lingering effects of the alcohol.

As Enrico left, Emery made a gesture, signaling two bodyguards to follow. Then, he said to Paige, “Enrico is still drunk, you know. He drank all of River Town’s finest. He probably can’t even hold a gun steady now.”

“Yes, he treats me very well,” Paige replied calmly, as if they were simply chatting.

Hearing this, a shadow of darkness passed over Emery’s eyes. He quickly smiled again. “Then, I guess I’ll just focus on you, Paige. What do you think? Want to join the Folsom family?”

“If I join the Folsom family, wouldn’t that go against your plans?” Paige replied. “Didn’t you ally with the Folsom family to take down Enrico? If he and I truly joined them, do you think they’d still care about you?”

Hearing this, Emery’s smile stiffened. He toyed with the gun in his hand and licked his fangs.

“You’re right. If you don’t join, I have every reason to kill you both tonight. But if you do, then I’ll get to fight alongside Enrico. The two of us, being dogs for someone else. How fun would that be?”

How could he say something so absurd?

Paige sat there, looking at him quietly. “Emery.”

“…”

Emery smiled at her.

“I have a suggestion. You and Rachel should go see a psychologist sometime.”

Paige pointed to her temple, smiling at him.

Emery’s expression darkened instantly. He clicked off the safety and aimed his gun at her. Just as he did, the room plunged into darkness.

All the lights went out.

Emery froze. Paige’s eyes turned sharp. With a flick of her toes, she slipped from her chair like a fish, dodging his aim.

She rolled to the other side of the table, grabbed a chair, and hurled it across the long dining table.

The chair slid along the table, knocking over several candlesticks.

The hall was now engulfed in complete darkness.

“Paige,” Emery’s voice rang out in the darkness, filled with excitement. “Do you really think you can escape?”

“Emery, stop pretending to be the victim,” Paige’s calm voice echoed. “Enrico lived in Rose Estate for over twenty years. If you truly wanted to be close to him as a brother, you wouldn’t have stayed so comfortably in your mansion. There was no brotherly bond to begin with, so how can you talk about him not saving you?”

Emery’s face twisted, his breathing grew heavier. “What do you know? It’s Enrico’s fault! He’s the one who wronged me!”

The only sound left in the darkness was the chaotic footsteps of his confused men.

But Paige was gone.

“Paige! Paige! Come out!” Emery shouted, but there was no reply.

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