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

When Jude and I got in the car, I remembered that I had to go buy a charger. Because my phone is really old, there shouldn't be one at home, and where my old stuff remains is still a mystery to this day.

"I have to go buy something." I said, the car had not started yet, and I opened the door to step out. Jude grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"I'll go with you." He said, and having me pulled too close to him, his voice was too close.

"Okay." I distanced myself and closed the car door again. Putting the partition down, I asked the driver to stop at a shopping center.

There was a long pause, and he made no movement to set off.

"I just need a charger. No perfume department, and no airport. Don't worry." It seemed the driver was still scarred from our last trip to the mall.

Jude looked at me in question, but I ignored him. The driver finally started the car.

60. Sharing a lead