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

While I averted my eyes from Jude, trying not to stare at him and the magnetic attraction he emitted, Thomas politely came to the end of the stairs, welcoming me and offering to accompany me. Opting to behave today as long as he wasn't going overboard, I placed my hand on his arm, like I had seen people do in the movies.

We were the first to leave the house, with Jude sauntering behind us. I felt heated eyes on my back and hoped to just imagine things. It seemed dangerous just to think of a word like 'heat' in association with my stepson.

The car I entered seemed to only bring Thomas and me, with his son taking another one, which again showed the dislike between them.

"You look beautiful." Thomas mumbled more to himself than to me, only giving me a short glance, before taking my hand. His palms were broad, but not as big as Jude's; warm, but not as scorching; dangerous to my life, not my soul.

41. Parents-in-law