Novel & Cerita Trash Of Counts Family

Even buying an ice cream meant comparing prices at three different stores before committing. Now I understood. Alisha West, my wife, had been preparing for the family’s collapse all along. "Kiddo, I’m not sick." I rubbed my temples. "I just… finally figured things out." At that, Alisha and Elyse exchanged a glance, then quietly went back to flattening cardboard boxes. The comments drifted across my vision again. [Oh? The spendthrift Kayden Day’s changing his ways? Yeah right. He’s definitely faking it to trick her into buying him something even more expensive]

“Of course not. You’ve always had a loving family. “We literally just met each other’s parents last month to talk about our engagement, remember? “I still have the photos from that day saved on my phone.” He opened his photo album. Sure enough, there was a group photo of our two families together. Everyone was there. I just sat there staring at my phone, flipping it over and over. I tried to smile, but I probably looked like I was grimacing. My family members were real. Why did they vanish after entering the washroom? “Maybe they just stepped out for something. “Look, their house slippers are still by the door. They must’ve gone out.”

"What if the results are fake, Vernon? You know these things happen in movies, right? Someone goes missing, and the desperate family spends years searching. Then one day they think they've found them only to realize they were fûcking wrong." "What happens after that, huh?" She quietly asked, "What happens after making that person believe they're loved and wanted? After making them feel like they finally belong, like they've found a home and a family they never thought fûcking existed?" She turned fully toward him now, her expression pained and angry all at once. "What happens after giving them a taste of something they've craved their whole fûcking life, only to find out it was all a mistake

Knowing that he was being laughed at, Stefan held his breath and climbed the stairs and paid no attention to the two men's banter. But, Kay howled again, "Damn motorbike taxi!" "Ha-ha-ha." Stefan was still cool and patient. Because he was used to being insulted, the little taunt just now amused his ears, especially since he didn't know the two people. However, the next morning when Stefan was about to leave for a ride, he was suddenly surprised to find two bags of rubbish on the seat of his motorbike. There was also spilled liquid. In fact, the trash can was only two metres away from Stefan's motorbike. He took the rubbish and threw it into the bin. Then he cleaned the seat of his motorbike

“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.”

It's trash_inlove Till the next Adios.

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.

"Do you know what you're doing? You'll ruin the family's reputation! The trust will be frozen!" Mason was shaking with rage. "You psycho! You almost cost me a hundred million dollars!" "I'm the one who got ruined, aren't I?" I looked at them coldly and walked right up to my mother. I kept my voice low so only she could hear, emphasizing every word. "I know exactly what's in your special 'focus matcha'."

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"