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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 · 都市
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135 Chs
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58. Blue eyes (Jude's POV)

Saturday night, I sat long at my window, thinking. 

Coming to no conclusion, I clothed myself in a black shirt and jeans. I packed my wallet and phone, as well as my cigarettes and keys; my lighter was always on me anyway.

Jumping out of the window, I walked through the garden and climbed over the wall. Two streets away stood my motorcycle.

It wasn't a really chilly night, perfect for a tour. Starting the machine, I drove to my favorite bar. Everyone good-looking, everyone well groomed, everyone of age.

Parking the motorcycle, I walked through the upscale street; only young second generations lived here; besides them, there were only bars, clubs, and entertainment.