Trash Of Count Family 소설 & 이야기

Emma gave her the foil paper. “here, you take it through your nose… by sniffing. You sniff little okay. Just take a little quantity on your pinkie.” Emma explained. Gracie took a little quantity and raised it to her nose. Just then the door opened and her mum entered. The foil paper fell off her hand tossing the content on the pink rug. Even the one on her fingers got spilled. “you didn't lock the door.” they both groaned between clenched teeth. Who was to be blamed?

"Isn't that's the house of the so called useless piece of trash that married into the family?" "Yes, that's his house!" "Oh my, he's a dead meat now! He even offended the Mafia boss." Each of them chatting why did someone like this piece of trash offended a high profile people. Are he tired of living? The news spread like a wild fire in the whole city, he's known as the usless trash in the city because of his wife. It's all thanks to the filty Winston family that spread the and proved the rumors where true. After that Rogers entered the house and blurted a word cold. "Who dares to mess with my underlings?"

"Come on, it's you and me. We're a family." I set the bowl down. "Let's get a divorce." … Elmer froze. "What did you just say?" I pulled out the divorce papers I had already prepared and handed them to him. "Take a look. If there's anything you don't agree with, we can talk." He pushed the papers away without even glancing at them. "Why?" he asked. Then he reached into the trash and picked up the scarf. "Don't tell me this is all because of this?"

Trent flipped through it, tracing his mother’s face. She looked so happy here. Many of the photos were of Trent as a baby, then Thea. One photo was of Edward and Bea on the couch, their arms wrapped around each other. Trent closed the album and kept working. He didn’t know how much time passed. It could’ve been days for all he knew. The pile of trash in the front yard kept getting larger and larger. Trent didn’t know how Edward had managed to accumulate so much junk when he’d been housebound. There was expired food in the pantry and cabinets; packs and packs of cigarettes; ashtrays filled to the brim; old magazines, some older than Trent himself; tools—broken or otherwise—and appliances and

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

I called my son's name moving to him and stood beside him to sneak inside the car that empty passenger seat is now wet in soft drink and some chips were sticking to the seat and trash cans, bottles and plastic wrappers are ideally laying on the seat and down on the floor. " What happened sweety? " I asked my son kneeling before him not looking at the person inside the car who was grunting in anger and cursing under his breath. " Mommy, I saw this uncle throwing trash out from his car on the footpath which is wrong because he was dirtying my playground. And my teacher has taught me to always put the trash inside the dustbin, seems like his didn't teach him. So, I give back his trash to him "

"Don't blame Connie, Mom. It's my fault. I have caused you so much trouble. I shouldn't have taken the coat from her…" Before she finished, Dad grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. He roared, "A cold-blooded thing like you doesn't deserve to live in this loving family!" I cried and begged him to stop. But the more I cried, the more he was convinced that I felt no remorse. His claws landed harder and harder. Mom and Nathan stood at a distance, their faces indifferent. It was as if I weren't part of the family, just a filthy rogue they didn't recognize.

"What? No... that’s impossible. We have assets, we have…” "We have nothing!" his father shouted at him. "Sterling Equity bought our debt three months ago through a shell company. They just executed the kill switch. They didn't even negotiate, Tristan! They just took it! “What? Why would they do that dad?” Tristan was confused. And hearing that they had lost everything, he was now poor, he felt like crying, his eyes reddened. His father responded. “Why are you asking me? You tell me! You were the one out tonight, weren't you?! Someone just wiped us off the map in a single move! Who the hell did you cross?! Who did this to us?!”

“That’s one way to put it.” He folded his arms, leaning against the piano. “You know this family. We’re loud. We’re protective to the point of insanity. We screw up, we overreact, we panic. But one thing we never do—ever—is let someone in halfway.” Trina stilled. Cameron’s voice softened. “You’re not just dating Adrian anymore. You’re part of us now.” Her breath caught. “You’re family,” he said simply. “Cross family. And not because of the baby or the drama or the headlines. Because you’ve been here, beside us, beside him, even when everything turned ugly.”

She grabbed at my clothes. "Are you determined to destroy this family? Your father cares so much about his reputation. If you expose this, how will he have any dignity left?" I looked at her calmly. "So the only way this family survives is if I keep sacrificing myself? "So many things have happened, and he hasn't come home once. You fainted and went to the hospital. He didn't even answer his phone. "Mom, stop lying to yourself. You keep thinking about this family… But your husband gambles and cheats, while your son and daughter-in-law are leeches. I was the only one standing beside you, and you kept turning against me."