The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Chapter 53: She was put under House arrest



Upon hearing this, Paige looked at Enrico in disbelief. Enrico stood there, adjusting his sleeve cuffs calmly before meeting her gaze. “When did I say I was letting you go?”

Paige heard the frequent footsteps of the bodyguards outside, realizing that Enrico never intended to let her leave from the beginning.

Several bodyguards rushed in, each carrying a handgun holstered at their waist, and the courtyard gate was firmly shut.

“What are you planning?”

“Tie up these two maids,” Enrico ordered Jaden, his words directed at Paige.

“Mr. Gustin?” Olivia and Susan looked bewildered as they were pushed down by the nearby bodyguards, crying out in pain.

Paige moved to intervene, but Jaden swiftly drew his gun, pointing it at Olivia’s head. Paige raised her hand to strike, but her wrist was caught.

Enrico stood in front of her, staring down. “Paige, remember one thing. It’s not that I can’t harm you; it’s that I don’t want to. If you insist on defying me, don’t blame me for shackling you with handcuffs and locking you up.”

Paige stared back at him. This was his true nature-everything about treating her wounds and helping her in the hot springs was just a temporary illusion. She clenched her teeth and provocatively replied, “Mr. Gustin, this isn’t the slums, and I won’t be trapped by you.”

“Try it,” Enrico smirked. “You step out, and I’ll turn these two maids into flower fertilizer.”

Could she escape alone, let alone with these two tagalongs?

Olivia and Susan looked utterly confused, trembling in fear.

“Their lives are none of my concern,” Paige said coldly.

“Heh,” Enrico chuckled lightly. “Then blame yourself for revealing your weakness to me too early.” As he threatened to break the maids’ legs, Paige faced the risk of exposing her identity to save them. Her vulnerability was now laid bare.

“You…” Paige glared at him, incredulous that this had been a test from him all along.

“I’m despicable, shameless?” Enrico finished her sentence for her, shamelessly admitting, “Yes, I am.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Paige seethed with anger.

Enrico slowly released her hand. “From today, you’re not allowed to leave Rose Estate.”

With that, Enrico walked straight inside, stepping up the stairs.

Paige stood in the courtyard, watching as the two maids were bound and taken away by the bodyguards. The entire mansion was now surrounded by security.

Paige stared coldly. What was this? She was picked up from the slums by Enrico, only to be imprisoned in Rose Estate? No, she couldn’t be confined here. Her task wasn’t finished yet; she couldn’t stay here indefinitely.

The serene Rose Estate was suddenly surrounded, becoming a small isolated citadel. Paige stood at the study door, holding a plate of fruit she had cut into a mess. After taking a deep breath and staring at the closed door for a few seconds, she pushed it open and walked in.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, but inside the study, the curtains were tightly closed, and dim lights were on. At the desk, Enrico was sitting in front of a computer.

He had just taken a shower and was dressed in a grey bathrobe, with his short hair still damp, transparent droplets of water sliding down his deep profile.

Upon hearing the sound, Enrico didn’t lift his head, but stared at the computer screen and said, “Figure it out so fast??”

Paige held back and placed the fruit plate in front of him, asking, “Would you like some fruit?”

Watermelon, strawberries, cherries, hawthorn berries, bayberries, yangmeis… A plate full of bright red fruit, cut into a mess, looked like a plate of crimson blood.

Enrico picked up a small cherry with his fingertips and turned it around without saying a word.

Standing in front of him, with both hands pressed on the desk, Paige calmly asked, “Mr. Gustin, what exactly do you want?”

Enrico closed the laptop in front of him and put the cherry into his mouth. The bright red juice stained his thin lips, sensual and bloody.

Only then did he slowly speak, “That night at the night market, didn’t you hear everything from inside the trunk?”

“You pretended to be crazy and fooled me; I tolerated it. You ran out crazed, seeking revenge, and I tolerated it. You dressed up as a fat woman to receive an award, and I still tolerated it.” His voice was low and husky, “I’ve tolerated you so many times, why do you think?”

“You got drunk on the football field, I carried you home. You were kidnapped by bandits, I rushed in to save you. You were injured, I took you to soak in the medicinal spring.”

Enrico lightly tapped the desk with his index finger, his eyes deeply fixed on her, “I’ve pampered you like this, why do you think? Do you think I don’t expect anything in return?”

Having come this far in the conversation, Paige knew she couldn’t pretend anymore, “What do you want in return?”

“What do you think?”

“Affection? Physical intimacy?” Now, to him, she was nothing more than these two things.

Enrico’s gaze darkened, “Not One Less.”

She took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and said seriously, “Mr. Gustin, you are forcing the impossible.”

Enrico chuckled softly. “I’m being forceful. What are you going to do about it?”

“If you behave and become my mistress, you can have your revenge and paint as much as you like. If you don’t, you won’t achieve anything.”

“You’re coercing me.”

Enrico leaned back, interlacing his fingers under his chin. “If I were really coercing you, you’d be in chains right now. That would be true imprisonment. I’ve been quite lenient.”

“Mr. Gustin, do you even have any boundaries?”

“Not raping you is my final boundary,”

Paige stared at him, at a loss for words. The choices before her were clear: submit or resist. Either way, it would come at a high price.

“I need to think about it.” She turned to leave, but Enrico grabbed her wrist. He remained seated, looking deeply into her eyes. “Tonight, I’ll come to your room.”

Paige sat alone in the living room all day, occasionally hearing Olivia and Susan’s frightened sobs. She glanced outside and saw the well-trained bodyguards, each armed with a gun.

Paige considered fighting her way out alone but then recalled the image of the two maids standing in her way to protect her.

Debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay…

“Olivia has high blood pressure, doesn’t she? Her face was red. Could she have a stroke? Should we tell Mr. Gustin?” one bodyguard said as he exited the room where the maids were held.

“Do you really think Mr. Gustin cares? Don’t bring trouble on yourself.”

“Good point.”

The two bodyguards walked away, nodding slightly to Paige as they passed, then continuing on with blank expressions.

Paige stood up and walked to the door of the room where the maids were held. A bodyguard blocked her, opening the door just enough for her to peek inside.

Olivia and Susan were sitting on the floor in agony, hands bound behind their backs.

Paige was never one to hesitate. Seeing this, she made her decision immediately.


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