Novel & Cerita Trash Of Count's Family

My sister had sharp eyes and found the letter under the old pillow. Dad wiped away his tears and unfolded the paper with trembling hands. "Mom, Dad, and Heidi. By the time you see this letter, the countdown should have ended. I'm so happy I get to live with all of you. Thank you for your hard work in the last 18 years. I hope we can still be a family in my next life! Oh, right, use the money in the piggy bank to buy a toy for Heidi! Consider it an early birthday gift."

I closed my eyes, letting the last shred of my attachment to family die. "Think whatever you want. But Mom, even if you kill yourself right now, I'm still telling everyone the truth about that matcha."

Grandma's voice was trembling as she bellowed, "Linda Mills! Ash is your son, too!" Mom wanted to say something, but Grandma cut her off, saying, "I know Eli has a tragic fate, born with that cursed countdown. I also know you feel sorry for him and want to give him the absolute best to let him leave in peace."

" Lord Dalton Novak. Son of Julius Novak. How many times did you spare any men or women that pleaded to you?" " I -" "Never." Christopher cut him off. " You, your whole family. Everyone of you are Trash that should have been disposed of long ago. You, Your brother, your father, all of you. Shit your mother probably makes that list but I've never met her." he shrugged before continuing.

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

They saw Yolana open my door and, without a second thought, throw my lifeless body next to a trash bin. Unable to bear it any longer, my father surged to his feet and struck Yolana, causing her face to be covered in blood. The police quickly intervened, but it was too late. Too late. Everything was too late. "I never imagined my beloved adopted daughter would cause me to unknowingly kill my own flesh and blood." My father's voice trembled as he looked at the footage. I was being dragged by Yolana, clutching my cherished doll, which she carelessly tossed aside. The janitor, who recognized the doll as mine, had picked it up and placed it back where it belonged.

MARIO's POV (2brother) Our kitten has went through so much, i feel so guilty that i was never able to protect her, we all were devastated when she left or was kidnapped. Mom used to cry so much, dad went to all ballistic mode, Lorenzo got himself into business, twins went into bad boy mode, Anthony started street racing, Grayson shut himself in his room and did god knows what and i was trying to be sane for everyone but already everyone went into dark mode , Our cousins,grandpa, grandma , uncles, aunts all love Klara a lot, everyone was devastated.

I pulled my hand from his grasp, my expression blank as I handed him the divorce papers. "Sign it." Zarrick collapsed onto the floor. "Please, I have nothing left. My parents are gone. You're my only family. I can't live without you." I laughed. It wasn't me he couldn't live without—it was money. "Actually, you're not completely broke." I pulled out the evidence of the money he had spent on Kelly—wire transfers, real estate, luxury cars, designer handbags, even their daily expenses. Every cent was accounted for.

Passing through the riot zone, we met with the local person in charge. After some casual conversation, I heard Ethan's name mentioned again. The person in charge exhaled a slow plume of smoke and said thoughtfully, "I remember that guy… He didn't last three months here before he died. From what I heard, he refused to work and seemed… mentally unstable. "He was always shouting about wanting to be in charge of the Judd family. When his body was found, the scene was… awful. You wouldn't believe it—his lower body was almost destroyed, and the bleeding didn't stop for days.

A slop cart was parked right there, collecting kitchen waste from the neighborhood. The smell was something else entirely. However, I didn't have options. I clenched my teeth and climbed inside the barrel. I crouched in the dark and the stench and let the cart haul me, rocking and jolting, all the way out of town. 'Goodbye, my husband. 'Goodbye, Grand Chancellor.' - In the study, Jeremy worked through the last document and pressed his fingers to his temple. A small smile crossed his face as he set down his quill and got up, then headed toward the bedroom.