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

"That shouldn't be possible. The fire happened 37 years ago. Wasn't your father around three years old back then?"

When I asked that, Jude's eyes, which had landed on the picture again, whipped back to me. His smile had taken on a mocking note,

"He would have been eight years old back then."

I looked at Jude in shock. How come his father was forty-five? Even with a few light creases, he really didn't look that way.

"Stunned because he seems younger to you?" Jude tilted his head; the yearbook in his hand had been forgotten, and the air in the room was heating up, scarily so.

"No." I shook my head, a bit intimidated.

"But how come you think it was him?"

Jude didn't answer a for a long time, just staring at me. The moment I wanted to give up on a conversation with a psycho and leave, he answered, his eyes turning back to the picture again.

61. Touch you, found you