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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
134 Chs

29. Searching

This incident was no small one, and there would surely be consequences.

As a teacher, I had the duty to protect my students; as an adult, I had enough decency to not go overboard with watching minors suffer; and as a human, I had the obligation to report someone that injured another human cruelly.

But I did neither, saving a young adult from the consequences. A young adult, whose actions could still be corrected with an adequate punishment. What I did was not only irresponsible; I stole Jude's chance to learn from his mistakes, and that was simply wrong.

"Who was that?" The principal roared,

"Playing with fire, do you think I would believe that there is no culprit?"

My eyes wandered through the students. Jude was leaning against the locker, seemingly calm, but the hand that held mine, letting me take the lighter, was trembling beside him. At least he wasn't unfazed by what he did.