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!
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My Psycho Stepson and me

Thomas did not come back to bed that night, as well as the next day, Sunday. I was the whole time in my room, only sneaking into the kitchen a few times, not wanting to see either father or son.

And while I couldn't be happier about the fact that I was sleeping alone for two nights, on the other side, I was starting to fear that Jude had done something to his father.

So, my sleep was turbulent, and I woke up either because I felt Jude's eyes on me or Thomas arms around my body, only to open my eyes and discover I had imagined things.

Groggy, I let myself be woken up by my favorite maid on Monday; she wasn't friendly, but she didn't bellow at me either, so the bribe had ended up having more use than one.

Not in the mood for breakfast, I washed up and got into the car, where I found myself alone.

No Jude meant no trouble, but also a far too spacious car.

Sliding the partition down, I asked the driver,

53. Aftermath