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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

Was it or was it not? Was this lust or infatuation? If I had sex with her, would I lose my interest, like I did with all my other flings?

'Wrong.' I corrected myself. I have never been interested in these girls in the first place.

Likewise, I had reacted to Lesly since seeing her in the cellar, since seeing the scene I would never forget in my lifetime. But it was also the moment I was back into my body, for real, for hours, and meanwhile for over a day.

The veil lifted, the distance overcome, the binoculars thrown away for their uselessness—maybe I was just an especially horny person when I could feel everything around me properly, my senses working properly.

Or perhaps… I had already fallen the moment I first laid my eyes on her.

121. Messages and Calls (Jude's POV)