The Villain I Raised

Summary

On my first day inside this book, I knew the six year old kid standing in front of me was destined to become a ruthless villain.

I also knew that my hopelessly romantic mother and I were doomed to be nothing more than collateral damage on his dark descent into evil.

To stay alive, I intended to keep my head down and lay low. But the brat practically begged for a beatdown.

So I adopted a simple rule: a light thrashing every three days, a heavy beating every five. I hammered at him until he finally learned to bow his head.