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

I saw Jude's mouth opening before closing again; he seemed genuinely stunned.

Even if he would speak, I was sure to have judged the situation correctly

"If you don't want to continue to be a victim of domestic violence, I would recommend that you either find yourself help, or you flee from this place as well." I was relieved to have gotten it off my chest, at least partly having done my responsibility as a teacher and adult.

"Now get down." I asked him; he was straddling me but not sitting on me, one hand still on my chin, the other having wandered from my wrist to enclosing my whole hand.

I have to say, I was angry. It wasn't enough to be seen by one person as a substitute; the second Lennister was the same as his father.

Every freaking one here saw me as a substitute, and, just because of my appearance, I had been ripped out of my old life. I have had enough of this.

50. Angry