I became DIO's vicious stepmother

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Why is he still losing his temper?

When I saw Dio dumping the plate of spaghetti tomato into the trash without saying a word, I was even more sure that he must have poisoned it.Although this is to be expected, it makes me very dissatisfied to see him doing bad things so arrogantly, we will see.

"Remember to clean the dishes!" I reminded from the side.

"..."

Dio gave me a blank look, but he washed all the tableware without saying a word, then he put away the study materials I bought back and went back to his room.

He was still very motivated. After closing the door casually, Dio lay on the bed against the wall and began to read.

At this time, I also started to continue writing the second half of "The Domineering Duke Forces Love".

I also became excited when I wrote the plot involving love and pain and the desire to control.

First, it took [-] words to describe the very personal agreement that Mary agreed to sign, Duke Duke was overjoyed, and then the hero and heroine flicked each other's lips with their tongues.

Then came the real drama, and after they had finished flicking their tongues, the Duke took Mary into his very private collection room and showed her some of his hidden hobbies.

Mary was blown away by the array of educational props on the wall, almost unheard of.The Duke let Mary do her own tour and choose an educational item she liked.

Mary approached the collection library, and she slowly picked up a piece of educational supplies that the teacher used in class, and gently felt the touch with her fingertips.

Duke Duke smiled evilly: [Just start from this? ]

Mary blushed, and she didn't know where to put her eyes. She lowered her head and replied shyly: [Okay. ]

Then they started their mock education.

……

Because there is no need to consider the relationship between shielding words here, my writing and thinking flowed like a spring, and I wrote in one breath until midnight.Dalio sleeps like a dead pig in the room, I never want to sleep with him, have always avoided sharing a bed with him.

Fortunately, according to the rumors in the neighborhood, Dalio seems to have a problem with that aspect. I don’t know why he died early even though he is not too old.

It seems that it started not so long ago. Right after his original wife died, he spent his days drinking and drinking in pubs, looking for women everywhere.This kind of thing was normal, until one day he lost face to a famous street girl in the town, Xie Li, without warning, and then tried several times, all with the same result.The woman made it a joke, and Dalio became the laughing stock of the town.The men began to laugh at him, saying that his sons might not be his own.This incident brought great shame to Dalio, who beat Dio several times as if venting his anger, and never looked for a woman again.

And the main reason why Dalio married Miss White was because of her dowry and that part of the property. So far nothing has happened to them, so there is a problem.I very much doubt whether it is because Dior poisoned Dalio for a long time, which caused Dalio not only to suffer physically, but also in other respects.

It would be great if that was the case!

To give Dio a chance to poison, I decided to pick him up twice a week.

So after writing the education of the first love between Mary and the Duke, I was almost sleepy.After scribbling down the outline of the next plot, I locked the manuscript in a drawer and prepared to go to rest.

Probably because I was too busy at work and too anxious, I had a terrible nightmare.

The scene in the dream seems to have been more than ten years later.

At first it seemed like a sweet dream. I dreamed that my published book sold well, was translated into multiple languages ​​and sold overseas, and was even made into a movie.I made a lot of money, successfully squeezed into the upper class, and bought a big mansion in the United States like a deadly woman.She has completely become a rich and powerful woman, surrounded by countless lovers, and handsome guys line up to date me, and I have a good life.

Back then, after Dario Brando was poisoned by Dior, I became a widow again.Because this son is not my own, I said that I have no reason to carry this oil bottle to continue living, so despite Dio crying and begging me not to abandon him, I still sent Dio to the orphanage and boarded the boat by myself. U.S.

It's just that I still found out with conscience that I left a fund for Dior after I became rich, and he can receive that money when he becomes an adult. When the time comes, his life will not be too difficult, so don't harm the society.

In fact, when I think about it carefully, Dior is a bit OOC. It is unlikely that such a thing as him crying and begging me will happen, but after all, this is a dream, and anything can happen.

At least so far it is still a good dream, but then the plot began to take a sharp turn for the worse.

One rainy night, I was lying on the sofa in a mansion in the United States peeling grapes and eating them. My lover pinched my back from behind.

But not long after, the light in the room suddenly tripped, and my lover who was flirting with me and trying to please me suddenly stopped moving, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

I was startled, and quickly got up from the sofa and looked back, but in the dark, there was a tall figure standing in front of me.

Thunder began to sound outside the window, and as the lightning fell, I saw the face of that person for a moment, and I was so frightened that I almost fell to the ground.

That blond man, who is so beautiful that he can be called a monster, stared at me mockingly with a pair of blood-red eyes. There was fresh blood on the corner of his mouth, and my lover was bitten off by some beast, as if he was dying. He fell to the ground motionless.

"ah--!"

While I was screaming, the man suddenly disappeared from my eyes and covered my mouth from behind.

"What's the matter, mother, aren't you glad to see me?"

A faint smell of blood poured into the nostrils, his breath seemed inhuman, his body was extraordinarily cold, the man's lips seemed to touch my earlobe, and I trembled from fear.

"Ah……"

The man laughed in a low voice, his fingers gently touched me from top to bottom, as if sharp teeth were sliding gently on my neck.

"But I miss you very much... Even in my dreams, I never stop imagining today's goodbye."

"Di... Dior."

I finally couldn't bear this sense of terror, but I still tried to pretend to be calm and called out his name.

"I never apologized to you..."

"No, you betrayed me, how did I beg you at that time? You still abandoned me and threw me into the orphanage. "

He narrated the matter very calmly, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or what kind of emotion he was now, and he seemed to have some joy.

"But it's okay, see if I'm still looking for you now?"

His fingers began to rub slowly, my heart turned cold, I felt that I was finished, but I was still struggling to die.

"But I left you a fund! It's enough for you to live a good life, me, I've done my best to you!" I said tremblingly.

"You, what do you want to do to me?!"

"This is a good question. Before I came to you, I thought about how I would kill you countless times, or make you lose all dignity, and beg me to spare your life... If there is a god manipulating fate, what will happen between us? The relationship between the two is arranged very cleverly, mother."

As he spoke, he glanced at the man on the ground whose neck was broken by him in disgust, then seemed to lose interest all of a sudden, and made a judgment against me in a cold voice.

"It's so unpleasant...you'd better die, mother!"

"Wow ah ah ah-!!"

The moment I was killed, I suddenly woke up from the nightmare and found myself lying on the broken wooden table in Brando's house, soaked in cold sweat all over my body.

"What are you screaming in the middle of the night?"

The door of the room was suddenly opened, I turned around in panic, and saw Dio, who was still a ten-year-old child, poked his head out of the room and stared at me with displeasure.

"You wake up that old thing and wait for a beating."

It's...it's a dream...

My heart was beating so fast that it took me a long time to recover from the panic.

I rely on!what happened!Why do you have such a horrible dream!

Is it because I have been under too much pressure recently, the more I worry about something, the easier it is to dream about something?As the saying goes, think day by day and night dream...

Dior in the dream turned into a vampire just like in the original book, completely following the old path of the villain BOSS.But if you calm down and think about it, that's impossible. Since he poisoned Dalio and was sent to the orphanage by me, where did he get the chance to meet Joestar's house and get the key tool stone to turn him into a vampire? What about ghost face?

And if he becomes a vampire like in the original book, he will be beheaded by the original protagonist Jonathan Joestar more than ten years later, sink to the bottom of the sea, and will be fished out a century later. How can he come to the United States? Looking for revenge on me?

By the time he has the chance to see the light of day again, I will be dead of old age, this dream is too absurd.

I shook my head and told myself it was just a nightmare, and dreams are all reversed.It's just that Dior in the dream was so bad that he killed me at the slightest disagreement, which made me unable to bear the hatred for him to another level.

It doesn't matter, I will teach him how to be a man.