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My Psycho Stepson and me

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*

Chay007 · Urban
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78. Selling Heirlooms

When we arrived at our destination, I had no blood left in my legs, but seeing Adam holding his back and massaging his neck while nearly running out of the bus, it was more than worth it.

Amanda didn't even look at me when I passed her to step out. Whatever.

Everyone was groggy from the four-hour bus ride, so Derek thankfully just took us to the hotel that looked no better than a gray box, and gave us our room cards.

At my old (poor) school, the teachers were full of schadenfreude each time because the rich teachers and students would suffer in rundown hotels. These types of competitions have to be held in inexpensive hotels; this is to not discriminate against lower-income students who couldn't afford the hotel otherwise. (And lower-income schools who were unable to provide an expensive hotel stay.) 

Now, on the other side of the spectrum, as part of a rich school, I would happily let students feel excluded and go to a five-star hotel instead.