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

Every time I think I can get a break from my stepson, he appears again, suddenly and unexpectedly.

Jude didn't answer the math teacher, and I had stared at him a bit too long, turning the atmosphere peculiar.

"He is here for me. My phone is dead; do you have paper?"

Derek's glance jumped between us, and he gave me one of the math papers in his hands, telling me to use it. I turned the paper and took the pen beside me, noting down my number while feeling black eyes burrowing in my back.

Having finished, I waved goodbye and dragged Jude away again. This time, I let go of his wrist as soon as we had left the classroom, and like a big shadow, Jude followed me down, to the sports hall, where there was a little room, more like a little cell, for the teacher's stuff. Getting my bag, I was ready to go, but when I turned, Jude was behind me, and the door was closed.

57. Staying and Disappearing