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

The maid was silenced by my answer, and I, now clothed in an intact getup again, walked outside, and took my bag from her feet, putting it over my arm, I opened the window and threw the flowers out together with the vase.

Hearing the glass crash, I felt better.

"Do what you want. I don't care anymore." Crawling under my bed, I took my cat and stuffed her in my bag, before going to the drawer and packing my treasures. I left the cutlery and plates behind, as they weren't appropriate to take with me on the school trip.

Having everything I needed, I let the maid stand there and walked down the corridor. She soon ran after me,

"What are you doing? Are you running away?" She had to jog beside me because I was walking so fast.

"What is it to you?" I think she wanted to get another bribe out of me, but no way; this was either my flee fund or money for a private detective.

73. Taking off