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 asked her directly if it had been my father, but instead of answering, she squirmed and told me to let go. A laughable thought came to my mind: was she protecting my father from me?

Had she fallen like my mother had, was this how to win a woman's heart?

Holding her face, I felt my grip tightening.

I forgot where we were; I forgot the other students around me, imaging my father burning together with that house.

And all the while, between these violent thoughts, I looked into the ocean, hoping it would douse me, holding me back and drowning me. But the blue of her eyes were shadowed by that light bruise, and the longer I stared in the depths of the sea, the angrier I was.

Wasn't it like this? A high amount of water could douse a fire, but a small amount would only fuel the flames.

66. Theories and Bets (Jude's POV)