The Trash Of The Count's Family Characters Novels & Stories

Tristan was standing alongside me when we greeted the count and his daughter at the main door of the villa. “I must say this is a big house. You must be more well off than I think, Count Abell,” the smug older count said. It was no secret that the count hated anyone that wasn’t from Talandor. Given that Tristan was an outsider and was originally a commoner, he was positively mocking him, and it irritated me. “What can I say? Merchants have several ways of making money, count,” Tristan said in a brighter manner. I liked how he handled the count’s insults well.

Rosalie had a sorrowful expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with glee. As she watched Julian raise his sword and thrust it toward us, she silently mouthed the words, "Goodbye, my dear sister." At that very moment, the Alpha and the Luna of the Stoneridge pack arrived and knocked the sword out of Julian's hands. Just then, Julian's parents showed up as well. When they saw Rosalie's shrunken belly, they were infuriated. I said, "This has nothing to do with me. Rosalie fell on her own!"

Lisa blew up after listening, calling me a seductress, accusing me of trying to steal her husband. I didn't bother explaining—she went straight onto my block list. After that, the Vance family business flourished. I ignored the Huxley family entirely, but they never found peace. Having lost the company, Alistair tried to rebuild. Without capital, he had to beg for loans. Once a Huxley scion, people might have indulged him before—but now, no one took him seriously. I happened to attend a gathering and saw him humiliated by wealthy heirs, forced to dance in women's skirts. He spotted me and tried to hide, but I barely glanced in his direction.

While the Count was still dumbstruck, Ivan smiled and calmly went on. “What would you like to do? Would you like this to end with you giving up your right to succession and spilling everything you know about that woman? O would you like to throw away your miserable life because of that greedy heart of yours?” The Count lowered his head, speechless. Just then did he realize that his plans had been ruiTed before he could even start.

“Trash in a fancy dress. My son’s standards have fallen.” My face burned, my hands shaking. “I’m not trash,” I shot back, standing up, my chair scraping loud against the floor. “You don’t know me.” Wilson laughed, a cruel sound that made my skin crawl. “I know enough. You’re a street rat who tricked her way into my family. You’ll never be one of us.” I opened my mouth, ready to tear into him, my blood boiling. “I didn’t trick anyone,” I said, my voice loud, trembling. “Your son dragged me here. If you’ve got a problem, take it up with him.”

The Count inquired gently. I nearly fell off the horse. Well, no! This jerk dares to speak nonsense about my family!' I know my family is young, but I don't mind!' "You do, after all, live in a small world. How could you have known about the Alheims? You are not deserving."

Then he looks at Orpheus, who shrugs his shoulders and enters the room, closing the door, then at Ionache and finally speaks, without once looking at the count: - Not only did your son destroy you, but your wife was nothing more than a bitch in heat. You have exactly 5 minutes to pack your things and leave my house with that pile of shit… – he says, pointing to Ionache – and your bitch wife. The count nodded and got up, dragging his wife by one arm and looking at his son, asking with his eyes that he follow him. Ionache was not as smart as he thought, and made mistakes after mistakes, which could be fatal.

“I know what you want to say to me. You’re just worried that I’d have your darling son wrapped around my little finger again. I’ll tell you straight up, I will never step foot into the Black family, nor will I have anything to do with the Black family. Your darling son is just trash to me! I want to puke the moment I see him, much less your garbage dump of a family!” She was describing his family as a garbage dump?! “How could the Fritzgerald family possibly have someone like you join their family?! You’re an embarrassment to them!” Richard trembled in rage. But Carol felt great. “I’m still better than the three pieces of trash you have as your sons!” She immediately left while the furious R

"And how have you been?" "Still kicking," the Count replied with a small chuckle - a gesture of nonchalance that was at direct odds with the tension in the air. "Our precious daughter is soon to be wed." "This is Prince Antonio," The Count introduced me. "Our soon to be son-in-law." Recognition dawned on their faces as their gaze turned to me. "Ah, so this is the young man we've been hearing about," Trisha exclaimed, walking towards me with a friendly handshake. "The brother of our future son-in-law."

, Jessica thought as she rinsed the last bit of dishes. Alison took out a bin bag and walked around the house picking up the beer cans and wrappers her father just left laying around. He thought that they were his servants. Jessica swabbed down the counters as she wondered how can there be no cockroaches. They counters were Filthy, messed with food and beer. "Alison honey, what would you like for supper", Jessica asked her daughter. " Today, can we have some pasta?", Alison replied as she put the trash in the can.