What Are Cale'S Best Schemes In 'Trash Of The Count'S Family'?

She: "10,000,000＄. We're done. Just don’t let my husband find out." The call boy took the black card, frowning. She: "Not enough? You're good, but don’t push it." He dressed, leaving behind a cold warning—"You'll regret this😡!" A week later, she knelt before the Lycan King🐺, begging for a divorce ruling. And there he was. Her call boy. Sitting on the throne. He: "(Smirking) Uh-huh😈?"

“You’re useless to me, Carmen. A barren Luna is no Luna at all.” Those were the last words Alpha Silas Knowles spat at his wife before he orchestrated the car accident that took her life. He wanted her dead so he could marry her sister, Chloe, and finally claim the heir he believed Carmen could never give him. What Silas didn’t know was that Carmen was already six months pregnant with a miracle child. What he didn’t know was that he was the sterile one, and the child Chloe carried was not his. When the Moon Goddess grants Carmen a second chance, she wakes up three months before her murder. But the woman who returns isn't the submissive, fat wife Silas used to mock. She is cold, calculating, and ready for war. While Silas is busy with his mistress, Carmen is busy siphoning his millions, dismantling his pack’s assets, and planning her disappearance. To survive, she must strike a deal with the Alpja of Nightshade, Cayden Viner. Cayden is a lethal Alpha and Silas’s most feared rival who has never let a woman close—until he meets the transformed Carmen. He’s suspicious of her motives, but he’s captivated by the fire in her eyes and the secrets she’s hiding. As Silas’s empire begins to crumble, he realizes too late that he threw away a Queen for a parasite. He wants Carmen back. He wants his heir. But Carmen is no longer a broken woman. She has a new King, a new empire, and a revenge that is only just beginning.

Isis Lancaster doesn’t take no for an answer. A Spanish Count born into nobility and the ruthless heir to a powerful mafia. He was raised to believe that those without royal blood are beneath him, and that control comes from lies, deception, and a perfect mask. He mastered the art of pretending… until she arrived. Suddenly, the rules no longer applied. The walls around his heart began to crumble. His carefully constructed world, one built on power, fear, and loyalty, turned upside down, and the man who always got what he wanted found himself powerless before the one woman who could break him completely.

By the time I hit twenty without a husband, I'd become the joke of Butcher's Alley. I wasn't about to just take it, so I marched out to the pauper's graveyard and dragged home a half-dead man I found there. He was gorgeous. More handsome than any portrait I'd ever seen. It didn't matter that he'd lost his memory and wasn't quite right in the head. It didn't matter that he couldn't lift a crate or carry a load, that he nearly fainted dead away the first time he watched me slaughter a pig. I slapped my knee and made up my mind. "You're the one. You handle looking pretty, and I'll handle bringing home the bacon." I named him Walt and treated him like he was made of glass. I fed him well, kept him comfortable, and slowly nursed him back to health until his cheeks were full and his skin was soft. Then I started planning the wedding. On our wedding night, I'd just gotten his wedding coat off when the front door flew off its hinges. Hundreds of royal guards dropped to their knees all at once, their voices shaking the walls. "Welcome back to the capital, Grand Chancellor!" I looked down at the man beneath me. The warmth in his eyes was gone, replaced by something cold and sharp. The belt I'd been holding snapped right in two. I was done for. I'd been bossing around the most powerful man in the empire for six months and using him as a house husband. Was I looking at death by slow torture, or would they wipe out my entire family?

He was one to go unnoticed by those around him for his head was always hidden behind the thick warm material of the black and grey hoodie. She was outspoken and not afraid of anything or she thought, her once fearless exterior came crumbling down in a heap of shuddered tears when she witnesses her best friend being murdered. Calder Evens liked to hid in the shadows keeping himself hidden from his enemies prying eyes, but one night he makes a life changing mistake and finds himself coming face to face with the one thing he feared most. Falling in love. Left with no other option but to take the extremely attractive young witness with him and for ever turning his life and empire upside down.

Caleb Da Stephano is the illegitimate son of the powerful Russ DA Stephano and grandson of Gus Da Stephano. After Caleb's companies gets taken from him as the heir by Gus Da Stephano following his reckless lifestyle, he is forced into depression which leads him to a one night stand with the woman he never imagined he would be seeing in his life again, talk more of sleeping with. His elementary school nemesis. After catching her boyfriend sleeping with her Co worker at their apartment while trying to make it to the hospital on time before her mother dies of cancer, Mabel Lora finds her life crumbling, leaving her numb, only to find solace at a bar, in an unknown part of the city where only the stinking rich belonged. She's saved from holligans by Caleb, subjecting them to a one night stand. Unknown to the two of them, fate had brought two enemies together once again for a purpose. He’s dangerous, addictive, and Her newest assignment. The future she desperately hopes for rests in the palm of his hands. Breathtakingly handsome and painfully private, he’s the sinner who killed a saint. That’s what the world sees when they catch a glimpse of Caleb Da Stephano. Her job is to understand him. His goal is to break her. Only one of their hearts will survive. Let the cruel games begin.