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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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52. Journey to Hell (Jude's POV)

After having received my punishment, I walked back into my room, finally getting rid of the fabric that stuck to my wounds.

Falling on the bed, I asked myself what the little crow was doing when my eyes surprisingly fell on her. 

The small bird had hidden itself, still gripping its treasures. Instead of flying back into her nest, she was here, in my room, under my desk, behind my chair.

The little crow's feathers were in disarray, her eyes big as it sought protection, not in its own nest, but here with me. Did that mean she felt safe by my side? Bringing even her treasures with her?

I tried to lure the bird to me; she even laid her goods to the side, and hesitantly, she flew to my side. Even going so far as placing her wings inside my palm, so easily held, so easily broken. How come the little crow is so docile today?