I became DIO's vicious stepmother

The last time the story was written about the widow Anna and Tom, the son of the neighbor's noble family, having a firewood and getting together at her husband's funeral, I sent the preview draft to the editor-in-chief of House.

He stared at the manuscript and read it several times, almost falling off his eyes, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

"This... amazing! Mrs. Brando, what kind of warrior are you? This is an extremely advanced idea, boldly challenging the world. I have a hunch that your new story will become the focus again, very soon There may be further flak, but that's okay, it will make you more famous!"

He was very excited after watching the first part. He exclaimed that although it was vulgar, it was very enjoyable. He said that this was different from the Sixty Shades series. This story of a widow chasing love would become very popular in the circle of high-class ladies.And gave me a very high manuscript fee, and asked me to submit the subsequent content as soon as possible.

Now that Dalio is in jail and Dior is being sent to boarding school by me, I can finally create without distractions.

Of course, before that, I have to clean up this poor house first.

Although considering that I will make a fortune in the future, I will be able to move and no longer need to live in such a dilapidated house.But for the time being, he will live here for a long time, and the house is full of the stench of Dalio.

Especially the sheets and bedding, as if they hadn't been washed for thousands of years, they were covered with greasy dirt, dirty and smelly.Now I don't have to bear it anymore. After returning from school, I just threw out all the smelly bed pillows and quilts.Then I replaced it with newly purchased clean bedding, bought a sofa, brand new curtains, and called in workers to re-paste the wallpaper on the wall.

It took about less than two hundred pounds to make the whole house look new and much more comfortable than before.The bumpy concrete walls used to be depressing, but now they feel much better, and a good environment has a great impact on mood.

After I remodeled the dilapidated house, it was finally time for my first book to be released.

It may be due to the hype in the newspapers some time ago. On the day of the release, before the bookstore opened, there was a long queue outside.The most surprising thing is that, apart from the reporters who want to see the author's true face, most of the shy ladies are black servants of rich wives' homes.

The wives of the nobles were naturally embarrassed to line up to buy this controversial book in person, so they asked the servants to do it for them.But the reason why there are so many people queuing up is that I took the initiative to propose to the editor-in-chief that I plan to engage in signing activities.

This shocked the editor-in-chief. He said that no woman had ever shown her face like this before.

I said no problem, this marketing strategy is learned from modern people, not only helps to increase sales, but also stabilizes fans.If I want to compete for the right to speak in this era, I must cultivate my own supporters.

My persistence convinced the editor-in-chief, so after discussing with the bookstore, I decided to hold a half-day book signing event on the same day.

"Thank you for your support, and thank you for liking the Sixty Shades Yellow series."

I signed and shook hands with everyone who lined up to buy books.Most of the readers in the team are women. At first they were a little embarrassed, but later they found that I was so open-minded, and there were so many sisters around who liked this book as much as they did and had the courage to line up to buy it.So gradually each of them puffed up their chests, appeared confident, and began to exchange and discuss with each other, which part of the book they liked.

"I really like the love story between the Duke and Mary. It's the first time I feel like I'm in love. Speaking of the second half...wow, it's so exciting..."

"Yeah, my fiancé was so interested in it, he even asked me to do that to him, and guess what..."

"how was it?"

"I didn't expect him to be so in love! He also said that I was the only one for him in this life, hehe..."

"God, I really envy you..."

They laughed and talked a lot. Some onlookers on the street, the patriarchal people who wanted to make trouble, never expected to become like this. They angrily scolded "shameless sluts", but they were united They threw the vegetable skins and eggs they bought from the market in the morning at them, and cursed back with the same dirty words.

"Go to hell! Go home and eat your father's shrinking %￥#—"

"Your useless gadget%...&￥...your wife%&￥..."

I swear I've never heard so many British swear words. These ladies are not weak at all. The male rights people who scolded are all flushed and furious, and can't even speak.They discriminated against women and thought they were superior to others, but they couldn't bear to scold them with them. In the end, they all ran away in despair with vegetable peels on their heads.

For today's results, I am still very satisfied.

Then I became famous too.

The reporters who came that day took pictures of me and interviewed me.I don’t know if they felt that what I said was not exciting enough, so they added more oil and vinegar to dig out some leftovers. When the newspaper published it, besides a close-up of my photo, there was a huge headline on the front page: "Pulp Literature The author is a beautiful but unhappy wife, maybe that's the main reason why she created those stories?".

It tells about the death of two husbands in total, and the third husband who married with a dowry upside down just went to prison because of domestic violence, and now I have to take care of her stepson alone. She is a poor and unfortunate woman.

These leftovers seem to have aroused the interest of those patriarchs. They wrote a lot of articles criticizing me for being abnormal because of my unfortunate life, so they wrote such novels, and they got great satisfaction from imagining and belittling me.

I say hehe to this.

It’s not a day or two since these men discriminate against women. They just can’t agree that women still have sexual fantasies, and that kind of shameless works are still so popular, and they sell better than literary works written by male writers seriously. God preaches that this society has become sick!This kind of work should be banned, and women must not be allowed to climb on their heads!

I don't bother to care about what they think. Looking at the manuscript fee in the bank account, I can calm down.These numbers are much more important than the reputation of a woman bound by the times.

A few days later, Hughton College.

After school's daily homework, Dior always goes to the library to study alone.

He was a transfer student who was admitted to the school halfway. Compared with those elite nobles who had been educated since childhood, he was a bit far behind them.

Although his mind is very good, it takes him a while to keep up with school work.When I entered the classroom on the first day, I was even looked at with discriminating eyes by those aristocratic children who thought they were superior.But that's okay, he'll overtake them soon enough to show those people how stupid they are.

In order to change his life, he must keep climbing, just as his stepmother said, learning is his only chance.Diaw doesn't intend to lose to anyone, as far as he is concerned, he will use whatever he can.Everyone will be his stepping stones, including his stupid stepmother!Since she was going to offer him all this, why didn't he accept it?

But that woman made him feel a little uneasy recently, and a strange emotion appeared in Dio's heart. Dio hated this feeling of being out of control, it was too unpredictable for him.

However, his most important energy is still studying.Now that he has a goal, he will definitely achieve it.

Dior would study every day until the library was closed, and then he would go back to the dormitory to sleep.After the library was closed today, he took a quick shower in the bathroom and returned to the dormitory with his wet hair.Since he was a transfer student, the dormitory for boys of the same age was already full. It happened that a student in the senior class dropped out for some reason, so Dio was assigned to live with the boys who were older than him.

However, after returning to the dormitory, Dio was a little surprised to find that several of his roommates were gathered together, seeming to be secretly reading some books, and would laugh obscenely from time to time.

Dior's roommate, Peter, seemed to be holding a newspaper in his hand, and he couldn't stop admiring, "Wow...it's amazing, it's hard to imagine that the author of this book is such a hot and beautiful woman... just seeing her makes me feel so tired. It won't work..."

Another boy, Charlie, was itchy and said, "Lend me the book to read at night, I want to rush."

"Go away, this is my book, I managed to get the servant to buy a copy for me!"

The owner of the book, Albert, refused mercilessly, "My mother likes this book so much, but she never wants to let me read it. Fortunately, my servant listened to me. I heard that it was sold out, so I still paid for it." It was bought by someone for double the money, so be careful not to damage it, this is the fun of our semester."

"That's, that's..."

The boys nodded in agreement, and then they noticed Dior who came back from the shower. Although Dior was a little out of touch, the boys were always generous when sharing resources.Albert immediately waved to Dio, "Hey Dio, do you want to have some fun together?"

"Oh? Good."

Dio has always hated these noble children, not if his stepmother warned him not to cause trouble, he would like to shut these people up forever.But at least these nobles are better educated than the scum of the missionary school, so on the surface he walked towards them in a friendly manner, pretending to be interested and asking, "What are you looking at?"

"Hey, of course I'm watching something every man must see."

They smiled enigmatically, and drew Dior closer. "Come read with us! And tonight, dedicate our virginity to the great Jenny White!"

"To Jenny White!"

"To Jenny White!!"

"……what?"

Dio's expression froze when he heard the name.

"...What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you came back too late, you nerd, look what you missed."

Albert shook his head triumphantly, and then stuffed the book they were reading into Dior's arms, "I'll give you 10 minutes, let's quickly start from the beginning, oh yes, for the sake of imagination, let me show you the author by the way Here's a picture of a super hot BBW, she really makes my dick... oh my god Jenny White, you are such a heartbreaking woman..."

Speaking of which, another newspaper was stuffed into Dior's hand, and when he saw the woman in a low-cut dress on the front page of the newspaper, he couldn't help being stunned.