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

With the mysterious, the ominous door locked, I went back up to the first floor underground, where I entered the room with Lesly's stuff.

Opening a box, I found clutter. Things that looked cheap and shabby, but had their charm when looked closer; other things were just taken in passing: pens, paper clips, cutlery, metal straws, little cups. The next box had clothes in it—all and everything comfortable—no comparison to the style my father forced her into, causing me to chuckle.

The next box had stuff for her cat; every one of the things looked new, unused, not like toys or cushions that pets had utilized would look like. There was not a single cat hair on them as well, which was expected.

When I finished looking at three other boxes, my curiosity was not satisfied, but had only intensified.

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