I became DIO's vicious stepmother

In this era, the publishing house is very prosperous. If the novel can be published, it can still make a lot of money.Rather than selling tea and competing with those capitalists, it is more suitable for me to write three vulgar novels.

My low-level English grammar can't write Conan Doyle-style detective stories, but Sixty Shades should be fine.

There is a saying that I have seen pigs run before I have eaten pork, and after reading so many online articles, I know how to write them.Of course, it is impossible to directly copy the plot of Fifty Shades of Gray. I am worried that if I write too outrageously, I will be arrested. After all, women have a low status in this era.

First book, just test the waters.

I remember the famous works of this era. When I was a child, I read a few books and they were quite depressing. A good book is a good book, but I know I don’t have the ability to write such a story, so I synthesized the ever-popular president’s essays and ancient romance pocket books. The stalk, conceived a story of an invincible Mary Sue.

Thus, one of the Sixty Shades of Yellow series: A Domineering Duke Forced Love was born.

The beginning of the story is as follows: the heroine Mary is the daughter of a shoemaker in the slums. One day, she came home from washing clothes by the river and met Duke Duke who was assassinated and seriously injured by the enemy.

[Oh my God, this man is injured, should I call a doctor for him? ]

Mary, who was holding a washtub in her hand, looked in surprise at the blood-soaked man in aristocratic attire.

Mary thought to God, he is so handsome...

[are you OK? ] asked Mary.

[Quiet, don't talk. ] The tall and handsome man pressed Mary to the corner of the wall, covered Mary's lips with his mouth, and then passed out.

God, this is her first kiss!Why did this man treat her like this?

Mary blushed and thought about what happened just now, and her heart beat suddenly accelerated. How could this be?But she couldn't do nothing, so she secretly carried the man back and hid him in her room while the shoemaker's father was not at home.

Mary took off the man's blood-soaked clothes and found him with a stab wound to his stomach, and she noticed he still had an eight pack!The chest muscles are also extraordinarily strong, as if they have vitality, constantly bouncing with the man's breathing.

Mary blushed and fetched water, carefully wiped the man's wound, stitched it up with a sewing needle, and applied her mother's special healing herbs.

[You need to get better soon, former God bless you, stranger. ] Mary stared at the handsome face of the unconscious man, and remembered the kiss again, and couldn't help muttering.

Under Mary's careful care and with the special herbal medicine, the man recovered quickly from his injuries.He was a very strong man, and he stood tall all the time, even in his sleep.

During the three days, Duke Duke's consciousness was not so clear. He woke up from time to time, and found himself in a strange environment.There is a beautiful girl with Bambi's eyes and cherry pink lips, who is always taking care of him with concern.

That girl is Mary.

Although she was wearing shabby clothes, she couldn't hide her natural beauty, especially the turbulent pair that was about to come out...

However, when Mary took care of the Duke, the luxurious blood-stained aristocratic costume she secretly hid was discovered by her sister Nancy.

Nancy and Mary look very similar, but their personalities are very different.Nancy was daring, dating boys, paying her first time for five pounds.

Nancy noticed that something was wrong with Mary recently, she was always restless, and she was always distracted when she was working.And it seems that there is something hidden in the room, and it is always sneaky when going in and out.

Especially in the depths of the attic at home, she found a set of men's clothes that did not belong to anyone in the family. It was a well-made aristocratic costume, but it was stained with dried blood.

Nancy couldn't help being startled, she hurriedly packed the noble clothes into a box, and took it to hide under the bed in her room.After all this was done, she took another chance to confront Mary.

[Have you been hiding something recently? ]

[No, no. ]

Facing Nancy's cross-examination, Mary said with a guilty conscience.

Mary is a very simple girl, she is not good at lying, even denying her ears are red.The guilty Mary avoided Nancy, and hurriedly left the house with the laundry to be washed.

So while Mary was going out to work, Nancy slipped into Mary's room and saw the strange man lying on Mary's bed unconscious.

Mary actually hid a strange man at home? ! !I didn't expect her to do such an outrageous thing!

but……

The face of the sleeping man is like a sculpture, his eyelashes are thick and long, and his body exudes amazing hormones.After looking at the strong and perfect figure of the other party, Nancy couldn't help swallowing.

Nancy felt her heart beat faster. Among all the boys she had dated, she had never seen such a handsome man!

She was sure that the bloody aristocratic costume that Mary hid belonged to this man. Judging from the material of the clothes, the man's status must not be low. It seemed that Mary was really lucky.

Presumably, after this man wakes up, he will definitely give a generous gift to the woman who saved him...

Nancy thought jealously, she felt quite unwilling, why wasn't she the one who discovered this man?Why was it Mary who had such good luck?

No... maybe it's not too late.

Looking at the drowsy man, a malicious thought came into her mind.

That's right, she and Mary look so similar, and the other party has been in a coma, so she may not recognize them. She can pretend to be Mary and take away her credit!

So Nancy made up her mind. Taking advantage of Mary's absence at home, she carried the unconscious handsome man on her back, hid him in the warehouse at home, and pretended to take care of him.

Not long after, the man woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw Nancy, and asked in a rough voice: [Are you my savior? ]

[Yes, it's me. ] Nancy replied with delight.

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"... madam, are you sure you want to contribute this story?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

The old man who is the editor-in-chief of the publishing house usually looked at my manuscript. After a while, he pushed his glasses, looked up at me and said, "Seriously speaking, your story is very attractive, and it is also very novel and interesting. Tension, but some logic and details are not reasonable."

"For example?" I sat opposite the editor-in-chief and asked.

"For example, when the protagonist Mary and her sister met the Duke, how could they move a tall adult man? And the Duke's name is Duke? Isn't it too casual?"

Because the Duke is pronounced duke, the editor-in-chief seems to be very dissatisfied with my name.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what the duke's name is. The duke is just a code name, which symbolizes his identity." I replied confidently.

"This can't be fooled casually...and is the heroine Mary's behavior a little too passive? As a reader, seeing this kind of plot will be very dissatisfied. For example, I am very angry now." The editor-in-chief shook his head. .

"This is what we want. Creating conflicts is a great magic weapon to attract readers to read on. Although everyone is not happy, they still want to know when the Duke will find out the truth and recognize that the person who really saved her is Mary. I will continue to read this story at this point.”

"Forget it. Overall, this story is not bad. Let's publish one issue first to test the response."

The editor-in-chief sighed, but still accepted my manuscript.Before I left, he suddenly stopped me again.

"By the way, Ma'am, please tell me, will the hero, the Duke, find out that Nancy is the fake one?"

"Look, don't you just want to know the follow-up?"

I laughed, quite smugly, "This involves spoilers, so I can't talk about it for now."

"Okay, keep in touch, Mrs. Brando."

The editor-in-chief shrugged helplessly.What I can be sure of is that my story has basically stabilized.

I was immersed in creating until Friday, and I finally remembered Dior, who was sent to charity school by me.

I followed the priest's suggestion to let him board at the school. I haven't seen him for three days now, and it's almost time to pick him up for the weekend.