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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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51. Punishment (Jude's POV)

The moment my father had me by my throat in front of my stepmother, showing her the view I wanted for her to never see: him overpowering me.

I was really enticed to grab his throat as well, choking him to death. But I had a plan, and I would follow the plan.

While, for a long time, I just wanted to leave and run away, the alternative of ending my father personally had long haunted my thoughts.

The grudge was deep, and the beatings were painful, but it was also because he deserved it. There was just no reason for him to live; he should die along with his lifelong obsession, so that I, my mother, my grandparents and everyone else could have closure.

I had always thought that these were the thoughts of my pleasure-deprived brain, the hormones, or a twisted joke I was telling myself, but since Lesly had come into his, into my life, I understood that all this time, I really meant it.