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!
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My Psycho Stepson and me

The first round was over soon, and we went to eat in the hotel restaurant. Our class sat together on a long table; other groups scattered throughout the large room.

The food looked good and was better than anticipated, so I was satisfied. Amanda hadn't looked at me since the Q&A session, and Adam didn't dare to look into my eyes. The nerds talked about what math problem would come next, which turned only in an even static noise when it came to my ears, not understanding anything.

"You are not a math person?" Derek, who sat beside me as I munched on my food, leaned to me and asked quietly.

"There is a reason why I am no math teacher." I told him and saw him chuckle before concentrating back on my food.

"It isn't so difficult." He looked at me encouragingly, just like a teacher would look at a failing student.

"Yes. Everyone who is good at math says that." I nodded at him, not eager for the conversation to continue, when I got a phone call saving me.

84. Revelations