Chay007

Lesly was just your typical kind of sadistic high school gym teacher, having her idyllic life disturbed when she was taken away by this strange butler, who informed her about her being the true heiress of a fallen family. 
That wasn't all; he was asking her to sign the papers to marry a husband whom she had never met before.
Normally, she would have run away and reported them to the police—if it weren't for them threatening her with the (for her) most important hostage.

On her first day in the villa of her new husband, she barged in on her stepson, intertwined with a brunette girl, not stopping to do the deed just because of her presence.
Clearly a psycho.

Next was the husband, who enticed her with money if she stayed for a year, slept in his bed, and played his wife. 
Lesly decided to go through with it for the good ol' money - however, after being introduced properly to her psycho stepson with ravishingly handsome looks, she had a feeling that things in this house would develop in a dangerous direction.

And she should be proven right.

First Volume: 'The Burning Man' is finished! I am going on hiatus with this because it was a hell of a ride for me as well. I think the big unveiling is done now, and I hope I answered most of the questions. I have a few ideas in mind for the second volume, but I wanted to write something new. The author is unpredictable, so maybe I take it on tomorrow again, but right now, I don't know.

Thanks for all your support!
(*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*

My Psycho Stepson and me

Goosebumps arising, the pictures of the burned student's gruesome wounds came to my mind.

When did Jude come in, and why hadn't I heard him at all?

Only now did I feel the terror again, which I had felt on my first night here, when he stared down on me like a god.

I had let my guard down, having come to the crazy conclusion that Jude wouldn't harm me. Why wouldn't he? We had no special mother-son bond or any other kind of connection.

If he could set a student on fire, he could do the same to me. But instead of getting him into a military camp after revealing his crime, I helped to cover it up.

I could already imagine me and my 'husband' burning to death in this bed. My survival instincts kicked in, but not in a normal way, like screaming, like waking Thomas and asking him for help.

40. Taming and Choosing