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

I have never felt so free in my life, never so happy, never so ecstatic; this is all new for me.

Had I known that it would feel like this, I would have burned that house down ages ago. But I doubt that it was only that. Without the right bird to wait in the temporary, moving nest, waiting for me to break my last promise, it would probably not be like this.

There was also another first. It was the first time I could care for someone, the first time being needed.

The weight increased, and I felt comfortable under it, like a weighted blanket that could sooth away all the anxiety.

I gripped the wheel in exhilaration, the corners of my mouth not going down at all. When looking in the review mirror, I didn't recognize the face grinning back at me.

The only phone we had with us was Lesly's; the navigation system was unusable, so I just drove in the approximate direction I remembered from a card I had looked at.

117. Exchange (Jude's POV)