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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*

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134 Chs

118. Unstoppable (Jude's POV)

I could see my theory confirmed, when she mentioned her back had felt 'strange'—giving me reason to think of her scar.

The moment I asked her about it, she turned to me, and the way she looked in my direction… it was so full of fragile emptiness that I knew that the forest was already her limit to talk about. If I went further, she would suffer serious consequences, and I would naturally as well if I saw her suffering.

I was eager to know more, but there were lines that I could not cross, not when she was in this state already. But what could be more traumatic than being left alone in the woods? 

It would be to be injured by a person that was close to you. Someone did this to her; someone injured her intentionally.

There were an awful lot of people who had gotten their hands on the bird, even back then, when she was only a little nestling.

I had to find each one so I could give my greetings.