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

We went back into the little teacher's office, where my cat waited for us. I was suddenly too paranoid to discuss the new revelation in the car where a driver was and told Jude to follow me inside.

As I reached behind him to lock the door, he raised his eyebrows at me, an unsettling light in his eyes.

"It is better to discuss this here." I said quietly, taking a step back, distancing myself as much as possible. In the process, I stumbled over the sports bag on the floor and needed Jude to reach out to me yet again to prevent me from falling.

Clearing my throat, I shook his hand off, his arms crossing as he leaned against the door. Was it really a clever move to talk here with him in the room where we hugged intimately not long ago?

"So the guy just now…" Gathering my thoughts, I took my cat into my arms, stroking it.

96. Information exchange