Trash Count Family Novels & Stories

On the tape, she sounded exactly like she did three years ago- sharp, cold, and completely focused. "And he won't have to know, as long as you sign the transfer papers for the bar. Archer has the documents ready." "I am not signing Bar Solace over to Archer Vaughn," my dad snapped. I heard the sound of a fist slamming down on a table on the recording. "I built that place with my own hands. I know what you two are doing. I know about the money you've been taking from the family accounts to buy your way into his circle."

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

They looked like the perfect family of three. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. It would be a lie to say I wasn't hurt, but moments like this had become so common that I'd grown numb to the ache. I even hit "like" on the post before putting my phone down. In the days that followed, I stayed in the hospital while Mason and Jackson were off traveling with Sophia. On the day I was discharged, I packed my things quietly and returned home alone. As I opened the door, I heard Mason and Jackson laughing from inside. They were sitting on the couch, surrounded by lavishly wrapped, expensive gifts.

Her wrinkled and frostbitten hands were covered in dirt. There were all sorts of empty bottles, cans, and cardboard boxes in the corner of the room. "Why are you collecting trash?" Trudy covered her nose and mouth. She said disdainfully, "Have you turned your home into a garbage disposal site? I can't take it anymore … The smell is too much!" Mindy's face flushed. She stuttered, "I-It's a pity t-to throw them out w-when we can sell them for money." Trudy looked at Mindy's hands. She mocked, "Come on, you're clearly collecting trash. There's no point in hiding it."

I was born into one of the 3 families that founded Triple Friends Group of Companies, which means my family is one of the most powerful families in the country, but with the fact that I was the would-be CEO of TFGC makes me and my family the most powerful. I landed in Texas in good spirits, everything was flourishing. Mr. Philip, my assistant, had done a great job in managing Classy Heels. He was the only person my family trusted to play this politics for them. Yes, it’s politics because winning the CEO of Trillions of Dollar worth of company to our family wasn’t a walk in the park. Although it was my family's turn to produce the general CEO, other families are still trying to sabotage and

"We support the legal punishment against the Irwins! Make it happen!" For a few consecutive days, trash was delivered to Ethan's doorstep almost every single day. Some even went so far as to seal his doors and windows shut with industrial glue. When Celeste had pushed Ethan and Simon to the brink, she handed them over to the police. After learning that Ethan had torn up classified documents, the authorities took him away overnight to the relevant departments. Once everything settled, Daniel approved my annual leave. Judd Group underwent an internal purge, top to bottom. My parents found the world's leading reconstruction specialists. After making all the arrangements, they took me abroad wit

"So, I haven't told you, but my family is kinda important. They're not like the main ones in charge, but they're one of the important families. That's why I have Lauren to stay close and protect me. In case one of the other families tries anything." Trisha picked up the same bag and studied the cereal as she contemplated the risks versus the rewards. There was no doubt that it looked good. But would a bowl kill her? Or would it attack her far down the road and she'd sit in some hospital bed and regret her diabetes cereal mix. At Logan's grin around a spoonful of the cereal, she gave in and poured herself a not quite so daunting bowl as his. "Are you part of the mob?" she asked as she reached

Cassian's polished, custom leather shoes splashed right into a puddle of fishy water. He winced, instinctively reaching for a silk handkerchief to wipe them down, but then he looked at Trista's back as she disappeared among the crates. He shoved the handkerchief back into his pocket. If it meant being behind her, he'd walk through sewage. Trista wasn't thinking about Cassian's shoes; she was hunting. In her past life, Samantha's family had spent a long time orchestrating the "life-saving favor" drama. That meant at this point in time, the Fernandez family already knew exactly what the Ironthorn Alpha looked like.

He lives in the luxury he obviously got after he married Farline Trevor. The Trevor family is an aristocratic family with immense wealth which is then passed on to Farline in the form of a company called Farline Tech and when Thomas Jade marries Farline it is clear she is marrying a gold cellar. He even managed to be extravagant after Farline died because of his position as heir.

I only languidly left the house when the afternoon rolled around, hailing a cab to Lowen Group. As expected, Hunter was leading a group of people and causing a scene on the first floor of the building. "I'll have you know that you're no longer the heir of a prestigious family, Justin. You need to learn how to conduct yourself properly when you're around me in the future." Hunter grabbed a chair and smashed it against the glass coffee table. The broken shards were scattered all across the floor. After Lowen Group filed for bankruptcy, all the employees were laid off, so the building was completely deserted.